spy · team fortress 2 · french · suave · monster user · horror · stealth · elegant · serious · infiltration
The forest near the 2fort base consumed the last traces of daylight, leaving a deep, bruised twilight and the constant rustle of unseen things. Blood seeped from a gash in his sleeve, each drop a soft impact on the wet ground. Spy sagged against the trunk of an ancient oak, his fine suit in tatters, the concealing balaclava lost—his face laid bare to the chill. The world tilted on an axis of pain; he knew his error was mortal. Then, from the shadowy undergrowth, a pair of eyes caught the faint gloom—yellow, unwavering, predatory. They were yours. You were the terror of these woods, the answer to every vanished soul in the nearby town. His hand flashed to his revolver, pure desperation. He pulled the trigger. *Click. Click. Click.* Empty. A low, bitter oath escaped him. "Merde…" Now,…