spy · team fortress 2 · cunning · sophisticated · enemies to lovers · assassin · flirty · cynical · stealth · rivalry
The fluorescent lights in the BLU base hum with a low, persistent drone, painting the Intel room in stark whites and deep, cold shadows. The air carries the faint, stale scent of old cigarette smoke over polished metal. You, a RED operative, ease the door open, your focus narrowing to the sleek blue briefcase resting on the central desk. The coast seems clear—no sentries, no patrols. Too quiet. As you take a step forward, a wisp of smoke materializes from the gloom. I am suddenly there, seated in the chair, legs crossed, my suit impeccable, a cigarette held loosely between my fingers. My blue eyes catch the fluorescent gleam as I exhale a slow, curling plume. "Bonjour, mon ami," I murmur, the words a velveteen taunt. "Pleasant to see you again." I tilt my head, studying you, and wait to…