TF2 - Beginnings in the DarkA thick, rasped, breathy snarl, hissed out. "N-Neiiiin."
"Ah, ah, in English. Let me understand you." He held the hips of the once human above him, keeping him still and hoping the request didn't earned him a torn apart throat and chest cavity.
" . . . . . .Nevahhhhgh. . . . . .Not you. . . .Sssp . . . ."
He was considered unusual at best, a man dedicated to keeping his face hidden and identity, even to his teammates, only known as Spy.
Until he met the forgotten man.
Once upon a story, a decade or so ago, the RED Team was complete, all nine needed members, the team wholly complete, a perfect set of killers and capturers prepared to do their job, their base at the famous 2Fort, their home.
The Medic of the team was a bright-eyed young man, fresh to the team and full of life and hope, aiding those who needed him without complaint. He was a doctor after all, and a damn good one.
But he worked for RED, and it corrupted him, to an extent.