The First Ceasefire - Chapter 1: Apples

The RED Scout knew what he was doing could get him in serious trouble. If, that is, he got caught. Scout was too smart and too fast to get caught.

But, apart from all of that, he was hungry. They were running out of good food back in the RED base, but he knew there was food near the BLU base.

The BLU Sniper they had, he was a good guy. He’d planted an apple tree at one point, and always took care of it.

He and the RED Scout had become.... not friends exactly, but they could trust each other enough.

Scout snuck over to the apple tree almost every night, often meeting the Sniper under the stars.

They had met one late evening, when the REDs had run out of food altogether.

They were getting food shipped in the next morning, but Scout was starving. He had seen the BLU Sniper tending to his tree a few days ago, and he knew there were apples.

So, he waited until night had fallen, and the snuck out of his base to steal some. He had made it to the tree without any problems, and began to gather the few that had fallen around the base.

Suddenly, a hand grabbed the back of his shirt, pulling him backwards. Scout squealed as he was wrapped into someone’s arms. “What do yeh think yer doin’, mate?” The BLU Sniper asked.

“N...nothing...” Scout stammered, trying to sound brave. In fact, he was absolutely terrified by the Australian.

“Yer on BLU territory, boy, and yer stealing my apples. What’m I gonna’ do with ya?” The Sniper asked quietly.

“P-p-please... don’t kill me!” Scout whined.

The BLU chuckled. “I’m not gonna kill yeh. It’s ceasefire- remember? I’m not gonna kill yeh unless we’re battling. I’m not that kind of person. I’m a professional with standards, mate.”

Scout stopped trembling. “So... you’re not going to kill me?”

“Nah, mate. Now tell me, what’re you doing over here under my tree?”

“Well... I uh... we... sorta ran out of food... and I was really hungry...” Scout let out a sob.

“Nah, mate, don’t cry. It’s all right.” Sniper let go of the young boy, who sank to the ground.

“I’m really sorry... I was just really hungry...” He whispered.

“Didn’t ya’ hear me? I said it was all right!”

Scout stopped crying. “Really? So... so I can have some?”

Sniper sat down next to him. “Sure, why not?”