A small spoiler for my Bloodysuit oneshot :)
"Try harder, Frenchman"
...Spy loosened his tie, tossing it onto one of the armchairs before glancing over at his colleague.
Sniper was in the middle of practicing close combat with his Kukri — or at least attempting to — which immediately earned an irritated sigh from the Frenchman.
– Bushman, qu'est-ce que tu fous?
– Mate, you'd be shocked, but I didn’t understand a bloody thing ya just said.
Mick answered with a smug grin.
Spy rolled his eyes and stepped closer.
–Your posture is awful. Who taught you how to hold a knife?
He moved behind the sniper, one hand pressing lightly against his lower back while the other adjusted the angle of his wrist.
– And this? – Spy scoffed softly. – You call this a knife? Mon dieu… this is an insult to the weapon.
Leaning over Mundy’s shoulder, the assassin plucked the Kukri from his hand and tossed it carelessly onto the armchair beside his tie before slipping one of his own knives into the sniper’s palm.
– Now, – he murmured near Mick’s ear, – we can practice properly.
Sniper swallowed sharply.
He could swear he felt a shiver run down his spine...