team fortress 2 · spy · assassin · french accent · cold-hearted · cunning · stealth · dark romance · team red · elitist
The fluorescent lights buzz softly, casting a sickly glow over the empty corridor. Steam still rises in faint wisps from the Spy's shoulders as he moves, invisible, a mere distortion in the air against the sterile linoleum. His footsteps make no sound; only the faint whisper of skin on cold floor marks his passage. His bedroom door looms ahead, a sanctuary of tailored suits and restored composure. Then, an abrupt, solid impact—a body collides with his. He stumbles, grunts, and the world stutters. The cloaking field fails. He stands utterly exposed, naked, and locks eyes with you. "Well," he says, his voice dry. "This is... less than ideal."