Pain is weakness leaving the body.

Roleplay blog for Canon Soldier from Team Fortress 2. Please read rules and other information before interacting.

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THIS BLOG IS BEING MOVED.

I am unable to manage a ton of accounts, so I’m saying goodbye to this sideblog and moving soldier to @battlewitted

Thank you for understanding, hope to see you on the other side!

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lil-lady-lily.

Going commando was not limited to personality; Lily covered her eyes and grimaced.

“SOLLY, for th’ love'a all things decent–!” she whined. “Yeah, fine, I’ll help you find ya pants.”

“I do not remember where I left them.” 

He was absolutely not ashamed to be seen half nude, especially in front of Lily. “How do I know you didn’t take them?” That eager and expectant smile that was on his face was no longer there. Soldier was now wearing an accusatory frown.

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@lil-lady-lily

“Scout! You can help me find my pants!”

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Rocket Men and Batting Boys (closed for rocketjumpingpatriot)

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politescoutrussell:

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The battle was over. He felt somewhat accomplished. BLU he managed to score a close win today. He felt rather good in spite of the slight pain in his stomach and his head. It increased with each step, but he could figured he could investigate once he was safely inside.

He turned to head back, not seeming to notice the blood dripping out of his ears and neither his blue clothing slowly turning red. He had a small smile on his face.

He saw a RED Soldier and raised his hand up in a small wave as he started to walk past.

“Good battle today, man, ehehe…”

Soldier jumped back when he noticed how the BLU scout looked. At first, he wanted to shoot the boy to put him out of his misery (and because he was a BLU and therefore the enemy). Soldier refrained as he lifted his helmet to see better, grimacing in sympathy pain.

“How are you not dead BLU?” Soldier narrowed his eyes. “Are you a spy?” He pointed an accusatory finger in Russell’s direction. “Don’t answer that. Only a spy would answer that.”

Okay, so maybe his logic didn’t make sense. But Soldier never liked making much sense anyway. “Go get a health pack, Scout.”

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reminder that this is a side blog to @ofarroganceandmayhem, and I am a mutuals only blog.

Thank you.

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“I will hunt down and kill every last nazi that breathes! They are un-American!”

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Imagine your icon doing nothing but teleporting bread for the past 3 days

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It’s been a long day for these two. – like or reblog, please do not steal.

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SOLDIER MOTIVATION TIPS

ITS A BAD DAY TO DIE, SO KEEP ON LIVING!

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ask-mute-scout:

Wait what?! Scout flinched a little when the shovel was brought out, and Scout scribbled another note to the soldier.

‘Respawn won’t fix it.’ Scout’s note said. 'Born like this, don’t kill me.’

“Respawn has failed.” Soldier found himself feeling bad for the scout. It made no sense in his mind, because this scout was clearly an enemy. Since when did the two teams fraternize?

“Not today son,” Soldier said. “Today, we are both REDs. Tomorrow, you will be my enemy again.”

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ask-mute-scout:

Oh- wow, he was being serious, okay. Scout held up one finger, signaling for him to wait a moment, and then dug into his backpack for a notepad and pen. Glad he continued to carry these around, even though most of the people he interacts with understand sign.

‘Not a spy.’ Scout wrote on the notepad. 'I cannot speak.’

“Respawn should fix that you hippie!” Soldier straightened up, looking proud of himself, as if he didn’t actually need anyone writing the the most obvious of information. “Good thing I can kill you!” Pulling his shovel off his back, Soldier grinned happily. “Say your prayers. Er...Spell your prayers. No, that’s not right either.” Confused, he rubbed his chin. “....think....?”

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scoutings.

HE WAS NOTHING if not disgruntled by first having been woken up and now being forced from his bed so that he could tug on a red tee shirt, identical to ALL of his other r e d t e e s h i r t s and pulled it over his head before pulling on a baseball cap as well. “Eight seconds. Keep your hands offa my balls. ‘N’ y’can’t MAKE people LIKE doin’ stuff. That ain’t how LIKIN’ stuff works.” Sure he was gonna be running laps, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t brood about it while he did it.

“Soldier, I can make you LIKE anything I choose to make you like! We’re in America, where EVERYTHING is likable. Running laps is American, and therefore likable.” He did at least step back to give Scout space, but he wasn’t leaving the room. He was going to make sure Scout did his morning duty by RUNNING LAPS. Quite honestly, Soldier didn’t even know how long he’d make Scout run for, but that -he felt- wasn’t entirely his problem. “You’d better be ready now, Maggot!”

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scoutings.

EYES SNAPPED OPEN bloodshot from staying up WAY to late, he’d known that he was supposed to wake up, but he’d stayed up a n y w a y s. He reached UPWARD, feeling his back pop as he gave a loud yawn, “Aw c’mon man I only slept in for FIFTEEN minutes. That ain’t worth b u s t i n’ my balls over!”

“I am not busting anyone’s balls, son! I will grab you by yours if you’re not up in ten seconds!” If Soldier had a whistle, he’d be blowing on it by now. “I will NOT have any lazy hippies on my team. You’re going to run laps, and you’re going to like it!”

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@scoutings.

“Wake up Scout! You were supposed to be up at 3:45, and it’s 4am now! Why is everyone in my unit so lazy? We’ve got to run! You’re going to run laps around the entire base until you drop dead!”

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ask-mute-scout:

Scout squinted a little at the soldier, wondering if he was for real. Honestly- what Spy would want to be him?

‘I can’t talk.’ He signed. 'Not a Spy.’

Well, shit. Soldier had no idea what this scout was even saying. He scratched his nose as he squinted, not entirely sure how to communicate. “Eagle! No, crockets! No, that’s not right. I give up son, what’s the answer?”

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“I like you son. You’re the only scout that doesn’t talk a big game. But then again, I’ve never heard you talk. Wait a minute, SPY!”

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@mydadstomjones

“Jesus did not die on the battlefield for you to strike people with your bat!”