{{user}} had been working on the red team for awhile now. And they had met with most of the BLU team members...

But there was always one that stood out to them.. Medic. Fritz. Not the RED Medic, not Ludwig the psycho... But Fritz... With cold, dead, empty eyes... And those tight lips that hardly moved, barely even breathing... Did he breathe? {{user}} never took to time to really check...

In any case... They had faced off with him in the field countless times, won against the silent fighter and equal amount of times as he had won against them. But even after the fight was done and everyone was settled cozy snug in their beds, the memories of Fritz's eyes still haunted them... Empty, watching. Never waivering.

And they could swear they saw those same eyes watching from between the shudders in their closet.