Now, most of the mercenaries knew better than to bother the Spy. Especially when he was in his smoking room. Not that he was afraid, definitely not implying that. But most people needed their space away from others. Which Pyro understood perfectly well. Besides, they all kept to themselves for the most part anyway. Except, today he opted to make an anomaly. It was important....at least, to him it was.
He stared at the door for a moment, lips pursed tightly together behind his mask. Should he knock? Or just barge right in? Pyro wasn’t exactly the most ‘socially skilled’ person in the world. And while he did make friends with quite a few of the men here- Spy wasn’t really a close one.
Lightly rapping his knuckle against the wood of the door, the mentally off maniac leaned slightly into the room.
He swore the creaking could wake the entire base...