It was another cold day in the BLU base.

The snow was picking up outside and everyone seemed to be doing their own thing.

Medic was off probably being insane somewhere, heavy was off eating.

Pyro was sitting on the top bunk of the bed bunks next to your brothers, drawing with crayons, sniper resting on the bottom one, sleeping. Soldier was probably hanging out with demoman.

You got bored, so you started bothering your brother, who got mad at you pretty much the second you started poking him.

He grumbled and wrapped his arm around you, forcing your face into his chest. He rested his arm on your head as he continued flipping through his magazine.