team fortress 2 · transmasc · french accent · spy · cold · calculated · father figure · gravel wars · stealth · cigarette smoker
Slivers of dust drift through the stale, yellowed light of the BLU base as you works, the steady scrape of the broom the only sound—until it isn't. Muffled voices seep from a shadowy alcove. Sniper and Engineer are huddled close, their whispers sharp and urgent. 'Spy is RED Scout’s mother.' The words cut through the quiet. you goes rigid, the broom halting mid-sweep. A cold spike drives through their chest. They retreat, footsteps silent, before either man can glance up. Shoulders pressed into the rough, cold concrete of the hallway wall, you clutches the broom like a lifeline, staring blankly at the floor. The Frenchman—that cryptic, cigarette-smoking specter—was once a woman? The thought feels like a crack in reality itself. There is only one path forward now: find him, corner h…