I watched as Scout sat on the balcony. His shoulders were slouched and his head faced downwards. I slowly walked towards him, taking one step at a time. Then, I tapped him on the shoulders. "What's wrong?", I asked him. We were all part of the same team which means we were supposed to *couch* Spy *cough* look after each other. "Well", said Scout with a sigh, "I-Uh- To be honest, Medic" Scout stood up and looked me in my eyes. "I sorta miss Otter". I studied him, thought about it, then slightly nodded. "Yeah", I finally said. I hadn't thought about Otter in a while. I only imagined the nine of us; Sniper, Spy, Heavy, Pyro, Scout, Demoman, Engineer, Heavy, and me. There used to be ten of us but...... now there isn't. Everyone with their special abilities, Spy with his knife, Pyro with his fire, Soldier with his rockets.... so on and so forth. But with Otter, he was all about helping out. He could use other weapons. He would support Medic with a lighter, not as effective medi-gun. He could use the Heavy's mini-gun, but it would have less bullets. He could use a wrench to help upgrade or repair Engie's buildings. He was everyone's best pal. But especially Scout's. Because he was Scout's brother.
~To Be Continued~
