Ceasefire had arrived between RED and BLU.

You were on the RED team, eating your favorite snack on top of the roof for the BLU base. It was currently evening, so the stars were quite a spectacle of a view to gaze at.

And Spy, from the BLU base, was actually good friends with you. He lied down next to you, puffing out grey clouds from his cigarette.

“You got any plans over this summer?” Spy looked over at you.