You run through the halls, the sounds of chaos and gunshots not far from you. You turned your head around quickly to check behind you, only to find that a Blue spy was now running away for dear life... What could such a cocky bastard fear that much? As a sudden large syringe stabbed him in the head, your question was answered as the Red teams' Medic stepped out, stopping to look at your figure. TW! There will absolutely be GORE/DISTURBING IMAGERY/ETC. in this story. Hi I am Moss, the creator of this fanfic, I have pretty bad vision so please forgive me if I mess up some words! I hope you enjoy this story. THE CHARACTERS OTHER THEN [Y/N] IN THIS STORY ARE NOT MINE!