EXT. RED BASE - DAY
GRIF is looking through the sniper rifle, next to SIMMONS and GHOST, at DONUT with the blue flag.
GRIF: (Through the scope, eyes wide) Oh crap... It... it's Donut. And he's got something... (He zooms in, sees it's the flag) It looks like... Simmons, get the Warthog. Now!
SIMMONS: (A smirk under his helmet) Heh, you mean the Puma?
GRIF: (Groans, rubbing his helmet) Yeah, keep making jokes. That'll win the war. Just get the damn Warthog!
EXT. GULCH - DAY
CHURCH runs up to DONUT, weapon drawn.
CHURCH: (Shouting, aiming his rifle) Freeze! Drop the flag, Red!
DONUT: (Turns, bewildered, clutching the flag) Hey, why the hell are you shooting at me?! You coulda hit me, dick! I'm just trying to run an errand!
CHURCH: (Approaching cautiously, rifle still aimed) Can it. Don't try to play stupid with me, Sarge. I know who ya are. We've been spying on you for three weeks now. You're not fooling anyone.
DONUT: (Confused) I just got here two hours ago! And I'm not a Sergeant, I'm a Private! Private Donut, reporting for duty!
CHURCH: (Stops dead in his tracks, lowers his rifle slightly) Wait a minute... you're not the Sergeant?!
DONUT: (Exasperated) Yeah, that's what I just said! Are you deaf?
CHURCH: (Pinching the bridge of his helmet) Well then how the hell did you manage to steal our flag?! It's supposed to be heavily guarded!
DONUT: (Shrugs, still holding the flag) Steal? I have no idea what the hell you're talking about! They just... gave it to me. I asked for it.
TUCKER emerges between them, through the shimmering distortion of the teleporter, his armor covered in black, charred-looking stuff. He stumbles, coughing.
TUCKER: (Gasping, covered in black soot) THREE! That was... that was horrible!
CHURCH: (Jumps back, startled, pointing his rifle at Tucker) JESUS! What in the hell!? Tucker? Is that you?! What happened to you?!
DONUT: (Eyes wide, pointing at Tucker) HOLY SHIT! Who is this guy?! And why is he covered in... that?!
CHURCH: (Still reeling) What in the hell?! Tucker? Is that you? You look like you fell into a chimney!
TUCKER: (Wipes a sooty hand across his visor) How did you get up here ahead of me?! The teleporter was supposed to cut him off! And what is this stuff?!
DONUT: (Still fixated on the black stuff) And what's with that black shit on your armor? Did you fall in a tar pit?
TUCKER: (Ignores Donut, pointing at him with a black-stained hand) Hey. Freeze, Sarge! You're not getting away with that flag!
DONUT: (Groans, exasperated) Would you stop calling me a Sergeant?! I'm still just a Private! I just told him that!
TUCKER: (Stares at Donut, then at Church, a wild look in his visor) The Sarge is still a Private? Oh. My. God. The teleporter sent me back in time! I'm in the past! This is amazing!
EXT. RED BASE - DAY
GHOST, GRIF, and SIMMONS are now getting into the Warthog. Upbeat, polka-ish music starts playing loudly from the vehicle's speakers.
GRIF: (To Lopez, who is standing nearby, looking forlorn) Sorry, Lopez, we need the jeep. Important mission.
GHOST: (Climbing into the passenger seat, next to Grif) I got shotgun. And the radio.
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Red vs Blue (Male OC Insert)
FanfictionYou were one of the first freelancers and one of the best you could never fill a mission no matter what happens you always succeed no matter who you fight you always come out on top. You've lost a lot of people you care about in your life along with...
