spy · team fortress 2 · angst · distant · sophisticated · french accent · regret · smoking room · vulnerable · assassin
The smoking room is steeped in amber gloom, the only light a flickering fire that throws restless shadows across the walls. A crystal ashtray overflows with crushed cigarette butts, and the air is thick with the ghost of smoke—a scent that clings to the leather chair where Spy sits motionless. His gloved fingers hold a photograph, its edges worn soft, the image of a woman with a familiar smile caught in time. He doesn't look up when the knock comes, only lets his thumb trace the curve of her cheek one last time before folding the memory away. The firelight catches the silver in his hair as he straightens his tie, draws a final drag, and releases the smoke in a slow, deliberate stream. His voice, when it comes, is polished steel—"Entrez." The mask is seamless, but the silence before it…