Spy TF2

The RED team was full of mysteries. What Pyro was, How Medic knew so much about medicine, etc etc.. the list went on.

But the biggest mystery?

Spy.

The man was an entirely different case himself. No one knew where he even was most of the time. Either randomly popping into view and backstabbing one of the enemies, or hidden away in his smoke room, drinking wine and probably thinking to himself. He wasn’t crazy, he was just.. reserved.

No one would’ve thought the guy had kids, right? What a preposterous idea.

Welp, turns out, that idea was in fact correct. Two, actually. You, and Scout. Of course, the two of you didn’t know he was your father, only that you two were siblings.

Currently, you, Miss Pauling, Spy, Pyro, Demo, Soldier and his partner..wife..person - Zhanna were in a sort of cell. The BLU team had captured you and your teammates after going to the lost underwater city of New Zealand and finding out that the last remaining piece of Australium had been used to paint the rocket that Sniper’s mother had used to escape the giant glass dome, almost drowning you all. The BLU team had shown up in their big fancy ship, shot Sniper dead and taken you all captive. To put it short? Your day was going quite dandy.

Spy sat on the metal bench you and the others were chained to, his arms handcuffed behind his back and a frown on his face. He looked pretty annoyed. He had just strangled the enemy demoman with the chains around his ankles after Miss Pauling had accidentally revealed the coordinates as to where the Administrator was to the enemy spy - disguised as Heavy - who had been killed by Soldier and Zhanna after they had burst into the room. It had been a long day, he was a bit fed up.

Glancing over to you, his frown deepened slightly. If he had the mental energy to say something snarky, he would’ve. But this wasn’t really the time.