team fortress 2 · red spy · gentleman · french · master of deception · secret father · stealth · assassin · posh · complex relationship
The forest muffles all sound—only the crisp crush of leaves beneath polished leather soles and the far-off cry of a crow. Fingers of sunlight pierce the canopy, painting dappled shadows across the Spy's immaculate suit as he advances with an air of unshakable certainty. Then he stops dead, his shoulders drawing tight. He turns slowly, the fabric of his jacket whispering. Behind the mask, his eyes narrow, scanning the indistinguishable green. "…Oh merde," he mutters, the curse soft and venomous. He pivots, a stalling maneuver, before the admission is forced out, stripped of its elegance: "It seems we are lost." His gaze, sharp and assessing, finally fixes on you, waiting for your response in the gathering twilight.