Spy's POV
" I still don't understand why Pauling sent three of us." I heard sniper mumble next to me. "Coulda' just sent Engie, he's the one that likes people."" You act like I wish to be here, stuck with you and that insufferable boy-scout..." Me and the bushman were not best friends by any means, but I still liked him more than scout.
"Hey! You got somein' ta say, say it ta my face ya frog!"
Humph. I turned to scout after taking a drag of my cigarette. " I hate you." I say, blowing the smoke in his face.
"Fuck you frenchie!"
"Oi! Trains here."
I turn away to look at the approaching train. " Madmoiselle Pauling said we are to look for some one in a red sweatshirt and black jeans." It seems we are to have another teammate with no taste in clothing.
Passengers started filing off of the train. People of all sorts: tall and thin, short and stocky. However, one particular passenger caught my eye: a woman, young adult, très bonne. She had (h/l) (h/c) hair and was looking around confused. She looked briefly at the sign saying 'Welcome to Teufort,' and sighed. Looking down at piece of paper, she walked towards a bench and sat down.
"Are you bloody kidding me!" Sniper shouted, rather loudly. "Not a single bloke stepped off the train matching the description!"
"Perhaps we have arrived early?"
"Or the dumbass chickened out n' bailed."
I ignored scout as usual, and instead turned my attention back to the girl. She was reading a book, though I cannot see the title. She...intrigued me. I decided it best to indulge my curiosity, and started walking towards her.
A hand grabbed my shoulder.
"Where ya think you're goin' mate?"
"Well, seeing as how our package has yet to arrive, I'm going for a bit of a walk."
"Fine, but don't be long. I WILL leave you here."
"Noted." With that, I threw what was left of my cigarette on the floor, smothering it with one of my dress shoes, and turned to the girl. Just as I did, she looked up, making eye contact with me. I put on my best smile, and strode confidently towards her.
YOU ARE READING
Tf2 Spy x Reader
FanfictionThe story of you (a reader with female pronouns) and the lovely frenchman known as Spy. I don't own TF2 or you, but I do own the story. Enjoy! 。^‿^。 (suggestive themes in later chapters)