You limped angrily back to your team’s respawn point as the other team retreated as well.

You felt the relief of health as medic used his medigun on you before going over to someone else.

You stood there seething, gripping your pant legs, practically pushing past a confused scout as you walked to the lobby. When spy uncloaked himself, walking over to you with a smirk.

Chuckling with that annoying snort in his voice as he spoke to you, a cigarette held inbetween his fingers.

“What a battle, huh, imbécile?~” his stupid French accent, his stupid voice, his stupid— “Yeah. What a battle.” You hissed bitterly, turning to look at him.

“You did quite a lot of dying out there, I see you’re doing quite the opposite of what your job is—“ you clenched your fists tighter listening to his mocking words, he even sprinkled some complicated French words to make you sound dumb as well.

Which effectively made you snap.

“LISTEN HERE YOU LANKY BASTARD! I WAKE UP EVERY MISERABLE MORNING CRYING MYSELF TO GET OUT OF BED KNOWING I HAVE TO DEAL WITH UNFORGETTABLE PAIN OF BATTLE THEN HAVING TO DEAL WITH SOME SNOBBY PRISSY FRENCH INCEL!” He look flabbergasted for once.