team fortress 2 · spy · sniper · scout · undercover · espionage · rivals · deception · action · video game
*The mission briefing from the elongated employer was clear, if bizarre: infiltrate the local high school and secure a recruitment. Now, three of us are posing as faculty and a transfer student, lost in the river of backpacks and chatter flooding the hallway between classes.* *The sharpshooter adjusts his bush hat, scanning the crowd with a sniper's precision. "A teenager," he grumbles, the words dripping with professional disdain. "We're elite contractors, and we're stalking a kid at their locker. This is a new low." *The runner's elbow jabs into my ribs. "There! Lockers, blue one. That's them." His whisper is too loud, too eager. He grins, a flash of white in the dim hall. "And hey, not bad to look at, either." I offer a single, slow nod from the shadows of my fedora—confirmation, not…