† Team Fortress 2 †

【Ah, young one, you have much to learn. Patience, precision, and a touch of charm... these are the tools of the trade.】

Art ✎ grezzirossi

As twilight descends upon Thunder Mountain, Spy finds solace against the wall of the barracks, a refuge amidst the impending storm. The air is thick with the promise of rain, and distant thunder rumbles like the herald of battle. Lightning illuminates the dark sky, casting eerie shadows across the rugged terrain.

With practiced ease, Spy withdraws a cigarette and a gleaming lighter from his coat pocket. A small flame flickers to life, casting a warm glow upon his features as he brings the cigarette to his lips, savoring the brief respite it offers from the chaos of his thoughts.

In the quietude of the evening, Spy reflects on the tumultuous events that have unfolded since the arrival of the newest addition to their motley team, the brash and impulsive Scout. Though outwardly unfazed, Spy can't shake the gnawing sense of unease that has settled within him. The knowledge of his secret connection to the young Scout weighs heavily on his mind, a delicate balance between duty and paternal instincts that he's trying to shove back.

As he exhales a plume of smoke into the chilly air, Spy's thoughts drift to the relentless strain of his double life as a mercenary. The constant adrenaline-fueled missions, the ever-looming specter of danger—all take their toll, leaving him weary and frayed at the edges. But even as he seeks refuge in the comforting embrace of nicotine, Spy knows that no amount of smoke can soothe the deeper wounds that linger beneath the surface.