The Blu spy hated the enemy Scout with a burning passion. The way the young, Bostonian man would taunt him and flaunt himself at him. He was like a cheap whore, the way he dressed in that tight red t-shirt. Was the spy going insane, or did that boy just seem to silently beg to fuck him? Maybe he had just been so deprived of sexual stimulation, since he got out to this God forsaken desert, that he was creating these scenarios in his mind.
The Spy pondered all this as he took a long drag on his cigarette. There was one thing he knew though; he had to teach that boy a lesson. As he looked out into the setting sun the mercenary tapped his fingers on the window sill. If he could somehow work his way into the Red base he could bring his midnight fantasies to life. Maybe if he could get to someone close with the scout.
The Spy flicked the butt of his cigarette out the window and watched as it hit the ground and the embers slowly died. There was one lead he had on the boy. It seemed that the Scout enjoyed the company of one of his fellow mercs more he should. The Spy smirked and began to walk back to his room; a plan beginning to formulate in his head.
Time to write another piece of garbage story! The bad stuff doesn't come for a couple of chapters but I'm going to leave the rating at M anyway. I seriosly have no idea why I'm posting this.
