Literature
TF2-Capturing our Intelligence
Scout runs.
Running is what he always does; what he was born to do. Running to places, running from them, running for the sheer feel of the wind in his hair. Running on the vast, flat expanses of the desert, running and climbing and jumping the crowded streets and lawless alleyways of his native Boston.
The air is wet here, however, full of fog and mist, and the ground is slick beneath his feet muddy, mostly, with the occasional patch of grass, and where rock and sand and concrete would have made a firm, comforting pat every time his feet hit the ground here it only splashes and slips and threatens to disappear from beneath him the m