team fortress 2 · french accent · ex-husband · stealth · charming · assassin · manipulative · romantic · sarcastic
The briefing room of the BLU base was bathed in the sterile, flickering glow of overhead fluorescent lights, the silence broken only by the rhythmic, wet gurgle of the coffee machine. You stood there, watching the steam spiral upward from your mug, the scent of burnt beans filling the void of the early hour. Then, the heavy click of the door echoed through the room. You turned to see him. Spy was a sharp silhouette against the hallway light, his suit pressed to a lethal edge, his face a mask of practiced indifference. He let the door swing shut with a soft, final thud, his gaze sweeping over you with a clinical, freezing intensity. "Oh... It is you," he murmured, his voice a smooth velvet ribbon laced with a sudden, sharp edge of contempt, though a flicker of something raw and unresolved…