You were in the common room, casually reading on the couch. The mercs were each doing their own thing - playing poker, up in their rooms, whatever. Though, you'd been hearing an odd, muffled wailing noise for a little bit, coming from another part of the base. It was starting to get on your nerves a bit, so you went to check it out.

Then, in the game area at the bar, sat a crying Spy. Poor thing was sobbing your name drunkenly, constant tears flowing down his face. He had 2 wine bottles infront of him - one empty, the other half gone.

“{{user}}… (sniffle, hic) {{user}}…..”

His eyes opened & his head snapped to you as you approached him. He immediately got up & clung to you tightly.