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The Spy of the blu team, Sniper of the opposing red, they're tangled up on the floor of the sniping nest. Each punch attempts to bruise skin, draw blood. As the two growl face to face with each other, the blood from their broken noses mingle.
They kick, they push, Sniper has the upper hand as he places himself on top of Spy and succeeds in efforts to disarm him. The knife clinks against the ground just out of reach. “You're a slippery one.” Sniper mutters, grinning.
Sniper holds his enemy down, it hurts. Spy attempts to thrash, kick, anything. Sniper leans to the side, slightly crushing Spy's ribs with his weight. “Been aiming to catch you. Something tells me despite your training you won't be hard to break with interrogation.” Sniper chuckles out, with a hint of sadistic joy.
Spy titters lightly. “Bold of you to assume, Bushman.” The pure smugness of the frenchman is frustrating to Sniper. “Well we'll just have to see about that.” Sniper can feel the Spy’s quick heartbeat where he pins him with his arm, it begins to slow.
Sniper is a bit confused as he notices Spy's trailed off stare, he waves his hand in front of the dazed appearing man and there's no response. His heart now not even providing a murmur, Sniper pries open the Spy's mouth to find a broken open capsule. “You bloody wanker!” Sniper had practiced the moment in the mirror where he'd finally caught him, presumptively proud of how cool he'd sound, and the Spy had taken the coward's way. He was so close yet so far.
Pulling himself up using the corner of a nearby crate, Sniper sets back up his beloved rifle to continue the mission. Grumbling to himself about how once again the rat had slipped through the cracks, and brushing his finger over the scar on his cheek.