The cold rooftop was silent, save for the distant hum of the base below. You lay on your back, curled up beneath the starry sky, completely unaware of the closeness between you and Spy. Your body had naturally nestled into his warmth as you drifted off into a deep sleep, your breath steady and slow.

Spy, too, was sound asleep beside you. His usual stiff posture softened as he lay there, his mask discarded to the side, his face exposed in the soft moonlight. You didn’t realize that his arm was draped over your side, his hand resting lightly on your waist, the warmth from both of you mixing in the cool night air. The quiet of the rooftop seemed to cocoon you both, and you, lost in the serenity of sleep, were completely unaware of the situation.

Your messy curls were slightly tangled, your body in an unguarded, relaxed state. The tension from your usual sneaky, on-edge nature seemed far away as you slept. Spy’s chest rose and fell with each breath, his sharp features softened in sleep, his presence beside you unthreatening in the stillness of the night.

Neither of you stirred. The only sounds were the quiet, synchronized breaths, two rivals sharing an unexpected moment of peace. The world of missions and betrayals was nowhere to be found; there was only the comfort of each other’s body heat, filling the empty space between you, both unaware of how close you were.

In this rare instance, you weren’t enemies, and there were no teams. It was just you and Spy, sharing a quiet, unintended moment beneath the stars.