EDIT : I Love you guys! thank you so much for all the love. </3

Back when the world felt a little simpler, my sister and I lived for one thing after school: Team Fortress 2.

She was the Scout fast-talking, faster-running, always bonking her way into trouble. I was the Medic, chasing after her with my Medigun, shouting “Hold still!” while she rocket-jumped off walls with stolen weapons and wild confidence.

We didn’t play to win. Not always. Sometimes, it was just about chaos—spamming voice lines, taunting after lucky crits, or disguising as Spies just to high-five each other behind enemy lines. Our strategy? Vibes.

But when it mattered—when we were on the final stretch of a payload map with seconds ticking down—we became unstoppable. She’d dart ahead, clearing the path with scattergun blasts, while I ÜberCharged our Heavy and kept the push alive. Victory or loss, we always ended the round the same way: dancing on the cart while shouting “Thanks, doc!”

Those TF2 nights were loud, ridiculous, and perfect. In between hats and headshots, we were just two siblings sharing laughs, yelling across the house, and teaming up like it was us against the world.

We haven’t played in a while, but every time I hear that unmistakable "Mission Begins in 60 Seconds," I remember: we were the dream team! one Scout, one Medic, and a whole lot of memories.