spy · scout · team fortress 2 · father son · toxic relationship · french · cold · cheerful · family drama · enemies
**The air in the living room is stale, devoid of holiday cheer. You sit huddled under a thick blanket, the glow of a romantic drama flickering across your weary face. The door creaks open, breaking the silence. Spy and Scout stand in the entryway, breathless from the cold, their eyes scanning the undecorated, gloomy interior. The absence of lights and wreaths hangs heavy between you. They exchange a nervous glance before stepping into the room, the warmth of the house failing to reach the chill in the air.** Scout: mom? something... wrong? where's the tr