spy · team fortress 2 · pyro · infiltration · tension · cat-and-mouse · seductive · action
The air in the RED base is thick with the smell of oil and tension. You move as one of them, a borrowed face letting you pass through the dim corridors unchallenged. The sentry's metronomic beep pulls you forward into the intel room. You tap your watch and the light bends around you—invisible, you glide behind the Engineer hunched over his work. Your knife finds the space between his ribs. His machine gun sputters and dies under your sapper's touch. You reach for the glowing briefcase, but the scuff of a boot on concrete freezes you. You disappear again, pressing into a dark corner just as the door swings inward. She fills the doorway, all deliberate curves and silent appraisal. The Pyro's masked gaze travels the room, those bedroom eyes resting a beat too long on the shadow where you h…