Chapter Seven
Sniper, after leaving the Infirmary, went straight to his room. His clothes were bloodstained and torn first order of duty was to change into something slightly more decent. The new outfit turned out to be exactly the same as his usual uniform: the BLU team had extremely little variety in clothes, except for anything brought or bought. He grabbed his favourite old sniper rifle, tucked away under his bed, and a handful of ammunition for it, as well as his slouch hat. He jammed the hat on his messy hair, then as an afterthought grabbed his half-empty bottle of hair gel that he shoved in his pocket before he strode out of h
Chapter Four
The BLU's day-off started slowly. Engineer was still in the kitchen, asleep at the table and using his notes as a pillow. Soldier was asleep in bed. The Demoman had taken two bottles of scrumpy and a flask of coffee, and had retreated to the bathroom to cure his hangover, with Scout his reluctant company. Pyro was outside, running around with his flamethrower and lighting the autumn leaves that the wind was blowing around. Spy was nowhere to be seen, Medic was not in his room, Heavy was snoring gently and Sniper was slowly getting up, groaning as his lanky limbs cracked.
He stretched his back, and a symphony of satisfying crack
Chapter One
"MISSION STARTS IN SIXTY SECONDS."
The disembodied female voice announcing over the grounds of 2Fort was ignored almost completely; the BLU team was used to hearing it every single morning. And, as usual, it was joined in by the Soldier attempting his 'traditional' rallying speech.
"Alright, ladies, let's get ready!" the Soldier roared, his rough voice grating against the BLU men's ears. Medic cleared one ear with his pinky, wondering if the drum has broken while Soldier continued. "We are about to go up against those RED ladies, and I will not stand for another loss! We cannot afford to let them continue to steal our intellige
"MISSION STARTS IN SIXTY SECONDS."
The disembodied female voice announcing over the grounds of 2Fort was ignored almost completely; the BLU team was used to hearing it every single morning. And, as usual, it was joined in by the Soldier attempting his 'traditional' rallying speech.
"Alright, ladies, let's get ready!" the Soldier roared, his rough voice grating against the BLU men's ears. Medic cleared one ear with his pinky, wondering if the drum has broken while Soldier continued. "We are about to go up against those RED ladies, and I will not stand for another loss! We cannot afford to let them continue to steal our intelligence! Stealing