Soif de Sang 3 by PhantomOfTheSerpents, literature
Literature
Soif de Sang 3
Revenge
The Spy opened his eyes to the sound of laughter. For a moment, he panicked, unsure of where he was. He remembered collapsing outside of the infirmary, and then… nothing. He was lying on his back, his arms loosely splayed over his chest. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see the medigun that had been permanently attached to the ceiling. Overhead, he could hear the cooing of doves and the flapping of wings. It seemed the Medic had found him before he bled out.
Grimacing, the Spy sat up, rubbing his balaclava. It was still damp from the rain and the pool, which meant that his team hadn’t tried to take it off while he
Soif de Sang 2 by PhantomOfTheSerpents, literature
Literature
Soif de Sang 2
Aftershock
“You’ve got blood on your hands.”
The RED Sniper turned around at the RED Spy’s remark, his scowl hidden under his mask and hood. It had only been a few minutes since he had left the BLU Spy lying on the floor of that shack, and he wasn’t in the mood for talking.
“’S not mine,” He grunted, shouldering his rifle, and then stalked away, making a beeline for the stairs before anyone else could initiate conversation. He could barely register the voices around him as the team headed for the showers. All he wanted to do was get to the safety of his quarters. Unlike the rest of the team