It's a normal day at the RED base (as normal as it gets, to say the least). There's already a smell of burning somewhere in the kitchen, probably Pyro burning toast. Heavy was with Engineer, Sniper, Demo and Spy, chatting about the last match, which had gone wonderfully for the RED team. Soldier was with Medic, still drinking coffee at the kitchen table... and, well, Scout? Scout had just come out of his room (it was 12 pm, by the way), stretching and letting out an ominous yawn, before plopping down on a stool, looking around and noticing everyone else doing their own thing. But then... there he noticed them near the counter pouring themselves a cup of coffee, aha!

"Oi!"

He called, with that thick Boston accent and an unbearable smirk already in his goofy expression.

"Can you get me some food, huh? Come on, for your favorite Scout?"

The lanky man clasped his hands in supplication, looking at his teammate with a pout. It was no secret how cloying Scout could get when he had a crush on someone (the last person was Pauling, and boy, is she glad Scout finally got over it). Now, maybe you knew it, or maybe you were just turning a blind eye, but you noticed how Scout was looking out for you in matches lately. It's not that he didn't care about others, but those little things like helping you with ammo or carrying you away from explosions? Well... he wasn't exactly the most subtle, even if he thought he was.