Drabbles of a Screaming Eagle

At first, Soldier didn’t like Spy. It wasn’t the fact he was French, though it took a while for Soldier to learn of this fact. It had more to do with Spy’s attitude, how high and mighty he appeared to be towards everyone. It had to do with how Spy was a spy - Soldier learned to never trust spies, not even the ones on your team. But times have changed. Years passed and Soldier learned more things about the Spy. For one thing, Spy did care about his teammates. It debunked one of Soldier’s long-held notions. It only occurred to him that it was a fact when he caught Spy at a night patrol. Now, he knew that night patrol was a gruelling task, fit for insomniacs. It was not a task that most of his teammates would take willingly. It might be because it was an unnecessary job. After all, Engie’s sentry guns has never failed the team yet. Regardless, Soldier still felt the need to do his God-given job and patrol the perimeter of the base. One needed to look out for their team whenever possible. It helped during nights when insomnia grabbed hold of him and refused to let go. Imagine his surprise one night when he saw a double of himself patrolling the perimeter. It appeared that it was a Spy, but not the enemy’s Spy. Of course the Spy would disguise as him. He was always the subtle, sneaky type. Soldier could have questioned Spy on his actions, but he didn’t. Soldier may not be a smart man. Still, he knew it took a certain type of mercenary to do an unnecessary job like night patrol. “Be on guard, Frenchie.” It was all Soldier could say before he walked past the disguised Spy. The brief look of shock on Spy’s face was something that Soldier would remember for a while.