Spy – Enclosure

Spy was a Claustrophobic.

Even though he would never admit it, he could never stand the thought of being in a small space. When he was in such a place, he often found himself panicking and he even felt that he could not even breathe, the feeling of suffocation crawling into him…

That's why he tried to avoid capture.

He knew that if he was caught by an enemy, he would be restrained in any possible way. Whether it was being thrown into a cell or even just being confined to one place for too long, he would evade it at any cost and he almost always succeeded.

It started when he was 11.

He could remember waking up in the middle of the night, along with his twin brother Henri when they heard something loud. They both got out of their beds, wondering what was happening, only for their father to burst in, shouting for them to get out of the house. They could also hear their mother crying out for them. It was then they realized what was happening.

Their house was engulfed in flames.

The young French child panicked, running along burning halls in hopes of escaping as he held his brother's hand. The floor scalded their bare feet and smoke wrapped pitch-black fingers around their lungs, only for it to give way underneath them. He could easily remember hearing everyone's screams as the house collapsed completely, silence and darkness overthrowing everything.

He and Henri were found two days later under the rubble.

At his age of 42 years, he could clearly remember the feel of the debris pressing against his body, restraining his breathing to the point where they could only be tiny gasps. The darkness, the sound of his own laboured breaths, the pain that throbbed through him… Despite both Henri and himself getting out alive, neither of their parents survived. It didn't help that as he got older, he would be thrown into small rooms for interrogation, the cramped confines forcing him to remember.

He would never allow himself to be trapped again.

Even if it meant death…

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Spy's breathing sped up greatly, his eyes wide even though the tiny room was engulfed in darkness. He pressed himself against the wall as sweat dripped down his frame, his hands scrambling to find a way out. He felt the walls lurk closer and closer, pressing precious oxygen from him…

"Let me out! This isn't funny!" He shouted, hoping that someone would find him. He couldn't believe what had happened; that goddamn Sniper decided to annoy the Frenchman by locking him into the closet and leaving him there for the rest of the night.

But he didn't know that's what Spy was scared of.

He grabbed hold of his mask and pulled it off quickly, along with his tie. Not enough air… He ripped open the top two buttons of his shirt, discarding his red blazer as well. The clothes drifted sadly to the floor, almost unaware of the Spy's panic. He trembled as he slid helplessly to the floor. "Oh Dieu… Oh dieu!" He panted, his slim frame trembling.

The door swung open, a very confused Russian on the other side.

"What is little Spy doing in closet?" he asked, looking down at the trembling Spy. He didn't expect him to break down, as if he had just been released from a nightmare.

"Oh Dieu… Merci…" the Frenchman gasped out, fear slowly leaving him as light poured into his senses and he breathed in the air in large gulps. Yet, he couldn't help but scold himself for not only making such a display, but for being captured.

He wouldn't stand for it.

Never again.

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