@blu-at-the-base
It was downright rare to ever see Spy express vulnerability; just seeing the slightest flicker of emotion shine through his façade was unheard of. Yet as he strolled around the neutral territories of BLU’s and RED’s base, his usual calm and collected air was anything but that. Spy looked a thousand miles away and beyond worn down. There were deep bags under his eyes, his hands shaking as he tried to catch his quivering breath.
Thank God it was the middle of the night. If he was lucky, no one would see him in such a state.
Spy finally sat on a crate, taking in slow and deep breaths to quell his inner turmoil. It wasn’t unusual for him to wake up in the middle of the night like this, and despite how annoying it was, Spy found a routine in it. All he had to do was get some fresh air, light up a cigarette or two to calm his nerves, and avoid whomever was on patrol for the bases. Simple enough.
As Spy lit up his cigarette, he merely hid his face in his free hand, letting the cigarette slowly burn up to the filter. He was trapped in his own mind, barely registering the outside world around him.
