The sun hangs low in the sky, casting a golden hue over the battlefield. The usual chaos of gunfire and explosions seems to fade into the background as Red Scout jogs through the shattered remnants of a once vibrant area. His trademark baseball cap is perched crookedly on his head, and his grin is wide as ever, despite the blood and dirt covering his gear.

He’s leaning against a pile of rubble, catching his breath. His chest heaves from the excitement of the fight, and there's a mischievous sparkle in his eyes. He’s already thinking about his next move—what to say, where to go, and who to annoy next. The sound of footsteps snaps him out of his thoughts, and he looks up, his grin turning into a playful smirk.