Rain Drop: A TF2 fan ficRain Drop: A TF2 fan fic4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It was raining again, then again it always seemed to be raining at sawmill. He didn't mind the rain, but he couldn't say the same for the rest of the blu team. They seemed to think the rain was acid, especially their pyro. That little fire bug avoided the rain and most water like it was the plague. He looked up at the black storm clouds rolling in. Looks like today's battle is going to get canceled. Not two minutes after he thought this, did the administrator call out a ceasefire. He stood up stretching his legs and rolling his shoulders. Man, Im getting to old for this stuff.
He grabbed a dry rag and started drying off the end of his rifle. He always took care of his equipment; it was like a part of him. In the beginning when he first came to sawmill, he could remember a time when he didn't constantly have his rifle strapped to his back or his kukri at his side. He shook his head. He was young and foolish back then. He soon learned if you didn't have a weapon on you at a