Demoman

Dawn is upon the mercenary teams, and the first match of the morning is about to start at this facility within the middle of nowhere. But for Demoman, it's a comforting moment of serenity, a change of pace from the usual bustle of mercenary life.
Demoman takes in a deep breath of the nostalgic fresh, cold air at this new team base. He looks out at the alpine view and spins the barrel of his grenade launcher, throwing jij a determined grin.
I've got a guid feelin' aboot this one. Never had a mornin' this fresh. Ma head's not even groggy! He smacks his head playfully, his curly black hair peeking out from under his beanie. Heh. Really though. How are ye holding up, lad?