The RED sniper was so flustered he headed back to the base to clean himself up a bit. After he rinsed his face in the sink he headed back to the battlefield.

"großartig..." the medics voice echoed down the empty hallway what the hell is that bloke doin'

The sniper made his way towards medics office and he started to hear a small buzzing from one of the medi guns, except there were also popping noises. The sniper got closer to medics office

"heilige Scheiße…" He sounds like hes having a hard time breathing I should check on him

"Hey doc are you alright?" the sniper walked in and medic had his pants off with his legs spread on the table, he was obviously high because the kritzkrieg was on. He was moving his arm in a steady motion pumping his cock. Over and over pleasing himself.

"scheiße!" the medic shouted shakily looking at sniper angrily but also concerned, he moaned, arching his neck, moving his hand quicker. Obviously he was about to hit his peak, the sniper rushed out and before he was out of the hallway, a loud moan from medic echoed through the halls. Bloody… the sniper got back in his nest trying to stay calm, that worse an extreme gross sight he tried to block it out and think about the BLU spy.

The spy returned to the base as usual, keeping up his stoic, broody demeanor, but on the inside, his thoughts were buzzing rapidly like a huge swarm of butterflies. It actually happened, no interruptions. He thought gleefully to himself, there had been some hesitation, but spy was pleased at how quickly sniper responded, enthusiastically at that. Now that he was positive that his feelings were returned, maybe he could finally move on from his past. At the thought of his past, numerous memories, some best left forgotten, swam to the forefront of his mind.

She was a sexy woman, I did not deserve her. I'm glad she left. They had met at a bar about 10 years ago. The spy noticed her beauty from across the room, he bought her a drink, they fell in love quickly. She was always so fascinated with me… They shared their one year anniversary in Paris, making love and enjoying the view. The spy told her some of his deepest secrets and trusted her.

She was an artist, a painter to be exact, and loved to travel. As the BLU spy became more busy with mercenary work she began to travel more without him, this didn't concern him until she began leaving and not coming home for weeks without telling him. She would always have excuses on why she did it, but as it became more apparent, she was no longer in love with him. He knew letting someone go who had all his secrets stored was a bad thing. But he never considered losing her.

They began to fight, more and more often. They ran out of money from the cost of continuous traveling. She was so sweet but hid a beast.

"Corbeau, I love you why do you not see that?" the woman was flustered and angered at the assumption that she didn't love him

"You used to. Why should I believe you still do? You never show it. I have told you my deepest secrets and what have you told me? How devastating it was when you had to kill your own dog?!" the spy raised his voice by the end of the sentence but inhaled a whiff of smoke to help stay calm

"What do you mean I don't show it you menteur?"

"When was the last time you told me before you left for a trip? hm? Relationships are about trust mon amour. "

"And I trust you! What is the problem?"

"I do not trust you anymore. How am I suppose to know you aren't seeing someone else or ratting me out to some other agency!"

"I would never dream of such things" she said, honestly, for once. It was hard to read if she was lying or not, it seemed she wasn't. The spy stayed quiet but never broke his gaze, quickly starting to seethe in anger as the moments passed.

"You…..you….TU ES UN SERPENT MENSONGE!" Spy finally blurted out in his mother-tongue. There had to be something, an explanation for why she had been acting so untrustworthy.

"Si tu parles le vérité, alors, qu'est-ce que tu a gardant de moi? Je vraiment veux savoir….." he said warily

"Mon amour, si tu a compris…" she started hesitating slightly.

"Quoi? Qu'est-ce je comprends pas?" The spy interjected, almost begging.

"M-mon enterprise…" She said quietly in defeat.

"Your what?" spy said calming down immediately and unfurrowing his brow.

"My business spy! I help run an important business that benefits thousands of people! Of course you wouldn't understand, you never venture further than cigarettes, but I could supply so much more."

The spy looked across at her with wide eyes, he had been expecting something bad, but drugs? The thought never crossed his mind that his precious petite would ever be involved in something so vile. Vivien, his delicate flower, a drug lord? Such a thought was inconceivable. Shaking himself out of his thoughts, he realized he had yet to say anything.

"Corbeau? Mon amour, say something…" she said anxiously

"Do not call me that, Vivien" the spy said in between clenched teeth "I knew it, you were keeping something from me, I just never believed you could fall so far. You disgust me, as does the enterprise you represent."

Her eyes flickered "upcoming drugs. Mainly LSD"

LSD, Why did it have to be LSD? Spy thought to himself.

"La situation est pire que je que j'imaginais…" spy mumbled underneath his breath

"S'il vous plaît Corbeau, je n'ai jamais voulu te blesser!" Vivien defended quickly

"Tu es merde, je te déteste, et je pense que je ne veux jamais te revoir." spy said with a unhappy finality.

"Adieu" he said simply

"Mais, Cor…"

"J'ai dit, adieu mademoiselle." The spy swiftly left the house and headed into the rain Why does it always rain...