BLU Sergeant

@blu-sergeant

My teammates were using this app and recommended me so I did. hope i could get good use outta this

48 posts

Hello, my comrades who i am going to meet on this app. It's nice to meet you and any remarks about a certain BLU Spy will not be tolerated

Personal tag is #Sergeant Commands

/Sergeant is BLU Spy's husband but multi ships are welcomed (except with Scout)

Interactions – DNI – Boundaries

That's okay - Ehh... okay? - get out of my sight.

— Alternate Universes? I don't mind

— I don't mind suggestive asks but keep it in your pants, I have a child for God's sake...

— RED and BLU's are okay, as long as you're friendly

— Do not pair me up with my family members or someone significantly younger than me. Especially Scout... and Sniper, I suppose.

— have common knowledge, I'm a human behind this screen too.

/Creator speaking! My main blog is @pureandbrutalperson and my ask blog is @misspaulingrednblu feel free to check them out :) and yes, this is an OC from my tf2 AU; Operation: Scrapped Mercenaries

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(OOC: can I have that template for the tf2 oc sheet? I can't find it anywhere 😓😓😓 also im super new to tumblr roleplay so im not sure if this is allowed or what so im sorry if its not💔💔)

Achromatic would peep out from behind some rubble, staring at the BLU. He was horrendously un-sneaky, so it was pretty obvious he was there. Achrome then ducked back beneath a large, rusting chunk of scrap metal, his knees popping as he did so.

// yeah sure:)

Sergeant glanced at the Spy and double takes, he doesn't look like a BLU or RED... at all to be exact but he doesn't mind Achromatic and turns away to smoke

theachromaticspy

(THANKS!!)

Achromatic clumsily attempted a roll, knocking over something glass. He immediately stood up, pursing his lips as he stared.

"Hello." Achromatic greeted, a little too far away to be heard properly.

Achromatic has a few twigs decorating his body now, and he was quite dusty from the half-assed roll. Quietly, he brushed himself off, a few billowing rolls of dust coming off of him.

"Greetings."

Sergeant said, his deep voice slightly tinted with a German voice toughened from years of training recruits in his prime,

he gently blew smoke in the direction he's facing. His eyes were shadowed because of his hat so it wasn't easy on what he's feeling at the moment

theachromaticspy

Achrome swung his arms a little, furrowing his brow, as if thinking, before he started walking over.

"So... hows the weather?"

Achromatic grinned oddly, the smile clearly nervous. He gave Sargent a thumbs up before letting it fall, watching the cigarette smoke, his gaze slowly going from.the cigarette to Sarg's face. Achrome squinted, trying to decipher his expression..

"Cold... decaying... I don't like it."

Sergeant crushed the cigarette with his sausage fingers, his hands were large. Could probably engulf Achromatic's skinny ones if he wanted to.

theachromaticspy

"Right. Right."

Achromatic nodded quickly, suddenly looking a tad spooked. He cleared his throat, composing himself.

"I mean, it is pretty chilly, I see what you mean. Better than being cooked alive though, ammright?" Achromatic did finger-guns towards him, visibly sweating.

*Dear god, was he going to get crushed to death? This soldier..? Man! This man just crushed his LIT cigarette via his bare hands, and that is usually an indicator of anger, so oh boy. This was not good. Not like he was scared or anything though- He's not scared of some.. big dude who could... easily rip out his jugular veins...*

Achromatic was sweating bullets, and just staring at Sargent with wide eyes that were creased by a nervous smile.

Sergeant turns to look at him, his eyes fully visible and my god, they were beautiful but tired brown eyes. He looks annoyed, not at Achromatic but at the damn weather. He doesn't like the cold, not a single bit. (Lore drop: he froze to death before getting sent to TF2)

theachromaticspy

Achromatic just stared at him, now rubbing his gloved hands together. Swiftly, he turned on his heel, reaching into his suit. He pulled out a pack of cigarettes aswell as a lighter, flicking it open with his thumb. He laughed, the noise filled with nerves, though he was beginning to let his guard down, as he hasn't been attacked yet. Shaking his head slightly, he put a cigarette inbetween his lips and lit it. It's a miracle he's able to smoke without fucking dying.

"... What's your name?"

Sergeant asked, genuinely curious now. He's never seen a Spy this GREY before... I wouldn't blame him, I would've asked too

theachromaticspy

"Oh. It's Marcel. Marcel Durand." Achrome nodded, eyes flicking towards Sargent as he took a slow inhale.Smoke slowly danced from his lips as he exhaled, the tendrils curling away from him.

"You?" Achromatic inquired, quirking a slim eyebrow up (?) at him.

"The name's Marsón."

Sergeant said calmly, they almost had the same name pronunciation, how odd

theachromaticspy

"We have very similar names!" Achromatic grinned with a soft huff akin to a laugh. He seemed to be much more relaxed now, his shoulders resting. His baggy clothing slightly ruffled in the wind, making him grumble a little.

"... what's wrong?"

Sergeant asked, hearing Achromatic's grumble

theachromaticspy

"The wind messes up my clothes." Achromatic replied, eyes flicking over towards Sargent. The wind didn't actually mess up his clothes, moreso it messed up the 'illusion' or not being as skinny as he was.

"... you look fine."

Sergeant replied back, looking confused

theachromaticspy

>"Not fine." Achrome huffed, then schooled himself back to normal. His gloved hands held the bottom of his coat tight, as to not let the wind reveal how malnourished he seemed.

>"Am I allowed inside, or must we stay out here?" He inquired, squinting slightly at Sarg, very different from his usual deer-in-headlights expression.

"Sure... it's freezing out here anyway..."

Sergeant heads inside, holding the door for Achromatic as he patiently wait for him to come in

theachromaticspy

"Thank you," Achromatic immediately lightened when he got inside, away from the wind. He brushed out his coat and everything momentarily before putting out his joint. Now in a better mood, he looked around, taking in his surroundings. Achrome hasn't explored BLU base yet. It seemed to be atleast cleaner than RED base, he noticed. Sleek floors, concrete walls... the works.

"No problem..."

Sergeant nodded, closing the door as snow began to pour down, he frowned at it before relaxing as he looked back at Achromactic.

theachromaticspy

Achromatic awkwardly brushed snow off of his head, aswell as managing to un-stick the twigs and such that had hitched a ride on his coat. After doing so, he looked over at Sargent. The base seemed slightly empty, so he atleast was thankful that he probably wouldn't be murdered.

Dear god, did these people ever dust their shelves-- or anything for that matter??? Achromatic hunched over slightly, clearing his throat, his throat feeling a tad scratchy.

"Oh shit-"

Sergeant than grabbed a spare inhaler from the shelf, he kept those for some reason... and fucking shoved it into Achromatic's mouth.

"Breathe, damn it."

theachromaticspy

Achromatic nearly choked on the inhaler before he took it out of his mouth. He then used it properly. Inhaling, the scratchiness of his throat went away slightly, though still felt a little tight. He huffed.

> "You have family members who have asthma or something?? You caught that quick."

"No... I was an only child, plus my wife divorced me and took my son with her."

Sergeant simply stated, as if that incident didn't cause his PTSD to become even worse.

theachromaticspy

>"Oh."

Achromatic winced slightly, his eyes crinkling. Awkward.

>"My condolences..?"

"It's fine..."

Sergeant gently patted Achromatic's back, being careful not to hurt him

theachromaticspy

Achromatic awkwardly smiled before looking aside. He shuddered slightly, a chill running down his neck. The remaining snow that had hitched a ride on his coat had started to melt slightly.

>"So... What's all in here?"

Achromatic inquired, taking off the overcoat. Not shockingly, his light gray undershirt was also horrendously baggy, though it was atleast tucked into his pants.

"Just some trinkets and gifts my teammates gave me, that's the shelf where I keep my books, that's where I keep my photos and that's the one where I keep my old things."

Sergeant said and explained, pointing and gesturing to each shelf. There was a small gun on the book shelf, probably still usable.

theachromaticspy

"Nice."

Achromatic shuffled over towards the shelf, a gentle, idle limp in his walk.

"What's the gun for?"

He inquired, turning a little at the waist to stare at him. Achrome's eyes were right back to being their normal wide shape.

"Incase someone tries to kill me. Even though I can punch and throw hands, I just like the feel of the recoil."

Sergeant simply, sitting on the couch

theachromaticspy

Achromatic nodded, though looked slightly offput. His eyes were crinkled oncemore with slight nerves, though he schooled it away.

>"Very nice."

He mumbled, still looking at the stuff on the shelving.

Sergeant sat there, waiting for Achromactic's next action.

theachromaticspy

Achromatic and Sargent fell into an awkward silence that lasted a few moments too long, both occasionally glancing at eachother. With a soft sigh, Achromatic walked towards the couch. After giving Sargent a silent look asking if he could sit, he did so. The couch's leather was worn, but comfy, curving around his weight next to Sargent. Occasionally, Achromatic would glance over towards Sargent, clearly looking for something to talk about.

"So... do you just wander around? Like a ghost?"

Sergeant asked quietly, turning his head towards him

theachromaticspy

>"Pretty much one already, at this point."

Achromatic chuffed, joking about his obviously less-than-optimal condition.

Sergeant chuckled softly, the first laugh he had in this conversation of theirs. He's already becoming fond of this peculiar Spy.

"Well, aren't you a funny one?"

theachromaticspy

>"I try."

A smile crept back onto Achromatic's face, and he was obviously relaxing as of now. Melting back into the couch, he stared at Sargent, clearly proud he got a laugh.

"Well you've succeeded."

Sergeant gently added, a soft chuckle following after

#// lol its 8 pm for me

(OOC: can I have that template for the tf2 oc sheet? I can't find it anywhere 😓😓😓 also im super new to tumblr roleplay so im not sure if this is allowed or what so im sorry if its not💔💔)

Achromatic would peep out from behind some rubble, staring at the BLU. He was horrendously un-sneaky, so it was pretty obvious he was there. Achrome then ducked back beneath a large, rusting chunk of scrap metal, his knees popping as he did so.

// yeah sure:)

Sergeant glanced at the Spy and double takes, he doesn't look like a BLU or RED... at all to be exact but he doesn't mind Achromatic and turns away to smoke

theachromaticspy

(THANKS!!)

Achromatic clumsily attempted a roll, knocking over something glass. He immediately stood up, pursing his lips as he stared.

"Hello." Achromatic greeted, a little too far away to be heard properly.

Achromatic has a few twigs decorating his body now, and he was quite dusty from the half-assed roll. Quietly, he brushed himself off, a few billowing rolls of dust coming off of him.

"Greetings."

Sergeant said, his deep voice slightly tinted with a German voice toughened from years of training recruits in his prime,

he gently blew smoke in the direction he's facing. His eyes were shadowed because of his hat so it wasn't easy on what he's feeling at the moment

theachromaticspy

Achrome swung his arms a little, furrowing his brow, as if thinking, before he started walking over.

"So... hows the weather?"

Achromatic grinned oddly, the smile clearly nervous. He gave Sargent a thumbs up before letting it fall, watching the cigarette smoke, his gaze slowly going from.the cigarette to Sarg's face. Achrome squinted, trying to decipher his expression..

"Cold... decaying... I don't like it."

Sergeant crushed the cigarette with his sausage fingers, his hands were large. Could probably engulf Achromatic's skinny ones if he wanted to.

theachromaticspy

"Right. Right."

Achromatic nodded quickly, suddenly looking a tad spooked. He cleared his throat, composing himself.

"I mean, it is pretty chilly, I see what you mean. Better than being cooked alive though, ammright?" Achromatic did finger-guns towards him, visibly sweating.

*Dear god, was he going to get crushed to death? This soldier..? Man! This man just crushed his LIT cigarette via his bare hands, and that is usually an indicator of anger, so oh boy. This was not good. Not like he was scared or anything though- He's not scared of some.. big dude who could... easily rip out his jugular veins...*

Achromatic was sweating bullets, and just staring at Sargent with wide eyes that were creased by a nervous smile.

Sergeant turns to look at him, his eyes fully visible and my god, they were beautiful but tired brown eyes. He looks annoyed, not at Achromatic but at the damn weather. He doesn't like the cold, not a single bit. (Lore drop: he froze to death before getting sent to TF2)

theachromaticspy

Achromatic just stared at him, now rubbing his gloved hands together. Swiftly, he turned on his heel, reaching into his suit. He pulled out a pack of cigarettes aswell as a lighter, flicking it open with his thumb. He laughed, the noise filled with nerves, though he was beginning to let his guard down, as he hasn't been attacked yet. Shaking his head slightly, he put a cigarette inbetween his lips and lit it. It's a miracle he's able to smoke without fucking dying.

"... What's your name?"

Sergeant asked, genuinely curious now. He's never seen a Spy this GREY before... I wouldn't blame him, I would've asked too

theachromaticspy

"Oh. It's Marcel. Marcel Durand." Achrome nodded, eyes flicking towards Sargent as he took a slow inhale.Smoke slowly danced from his lips as he exhaled, the tendrils curling away from him.

"You?" Achromatic inquired, quirking a slim eyebrow up (?) at him.

"The name's Marsón."

Sergeant said calmly, they almost had the same name pronunciation, how odd

theachromaticspy

"We have very similar names!" Achromatic grinned with a soft huff akin to a laugh. He seemed to be much more relaxed now, his shoulders resting. His baggy clothing slightly ruffled in the wind, making him grumble a little.

"... what's wrong?"

Sergeant asked, hearing Achromatic's grumble

theachromaticspy

"The wind messes up my clothes." Achromatic replied, eyes flicking over towards Sargent. The wind didn't actually mess up his clothes, moreso it messed up the 'illusion' or not being as skinny as he was.

"... you look fine."

Sergeant replied back, looking confused

theachromaticspy

>"Not fine." Achrome huffed, then schooled himself back to normal. His gloved hands held the bottom of his coat tight, as to not let the wind reveal how malnourished he seemed.

>"Am I allowed inside, or must we stay out here?" He inquired, squinting slightly at Sarg, very different from his usual deer-in-headlights expression.

"Sure... it's freezing out here anyway..."

Sergeant heads inside, holding the door for Achromatic as he patiently wait for him to come in

theachromaticspy

"Thank you," Achromatic immediately lightened when he got inside, away from the wind. He brushed out his coat and everything momentarily before putting out his joint. Now in a better mood, he looked around, taking in his surroundings. Achrome hasn't explored BLU base yet. It seemed to be atleast cleaner than RED base, he noticed. Sleek floors, concrete walls... the works.

"No problem..."

Sergeant nodded, closing the door as snow began to pour down, he frowned at it before relaxing as he looked back at Achromactic.

theachromaticspy

Achromatic awkwardly brushed snow off of his head, aswell as managing to un-stick the twigs and such that had hitched a ride on his coat. After doing so, he looked over at Sargent. The base seemed slightly empty, so he atleast was thankful that he probably wouldn't be murdered.

Dear god, did these people ever dust their shelves-- or anything for that matter??? Achromatic hunched over slightly, clearing his throat, his throat feeling a tad scratchy.

"Oh shit-"

Sergeant than grabbed a spare inhaler from the shelf, he kept those for some reason... and fucking shoved it into Achromatic's mouth.

"Breathe, damn it."

theachromaticspy

Achromatic nearly choked on the inhaler before he took it out of his mouth. He then used it properly. Inhaling, the scratchiness of his throat went away slightly, though still felt a little tight. He huffed.

> "You have family members who have asthma or something?? You caught that quick."

"No... I was an only child, plus my wife divorced me and took my son with her."

Sergeant simply stated, as if that incident didn't cause his PTSD to become even worse.

theachromaticspy

>"Oh."

Achromatic winced slightly, his eyes crinkling. Awkward.

>"My condolences..?"

"It's fine..."

Sergeant gently patted Achromatic's back, being careful not to hurt him

theachromaticspy

Achromatic awkwardly smiled before looking aside. He shuddered slightly, a chill running down his neck. The remaining snow that had hitched a ride on his coat had started to melt slightly.

>"So... What's all in here?"

Achromatic inquired, taking off the overcoat. Not shockingly, his light gray undershirt was also horrendously baggy, though it was atleast tucked into his pants.

"Just some trinkets and gifts my teammates gave me, that's the shelf where I keep my books, that's where I keep my photos and that's the one where I keep my old things."

Sergeant said and explained, pointing and gesturing to each shelf. There was a small gun on the book shelf, probably still usable.

theachromaticspy

"Nice."

Achromatic shuffled over towards the shelf, a gentle, idle limp in his walk.

"What's the gun for?"

He inquired, turning a little at the waist to stare at him. Achrome's eyes were right back to being their normal wide shape.

"Incase someone tries to kill me. Even though I can punch and throw hands, I just like the feel of the recoil."

Sergeant simply, sitting on the couch

theachromaticspy

Achromatic nodded, though looked slightly offput. His eyes were crinkled oncemore with slight nerves, though he schooled it away.

>"Very nice."

He mumbled, still looking at the stuff on the shelving.

Sergeant sat there, waiting for Achromactic's next action.

theachromaticspy

Achromatic and Sargent fell into an awkward silence that lasted a few moments too long, both occasionally glancing at eachother. With a soft sigh, Achromatic walked towards the couch. After giving Sargent a silent look asking if he could sit, he did so. The couch's leather was worn, but comfy, curving around his weight next to Sargent. Occasionally, Achromatic would glance over towards Sargent, clearly looking for something to talk about.

"So... do you just wander around? Like a ghost?"

Sergeant asked quietly, turning his head towards him

theachromaticspy

>"Pretty much one already, at this point."

Achromatic chuffed, joking about his obviously less-than-optimal condition.

Sergeant chuckled softly, the first laugh he had in this conversation of theirs. He's already becoming fond of this peculiar Spy.

"Well, aren't you a funny one?"

(OOC: can I have that template for the tf2 oc sheet? I can't find it anywhere 😓😓😓 also im super new to tumblr roleplay so im not sure if this is allowed or what so im sorry if its not💔💔)

Achromatic would peep out from behind some rubble, staring at the BLU. He was horrendously un-sneaky, so it was pretty obvious he was there. Achrome then ducked back beneath a large, rusting chunk of scrap metal, his knees popping as he did so.

// yeah sure:)

Sergeant glanced at the Spy and double takes, he doesn't look like a BLU or RED... at all to be exact but he doesn't mind Achromatic and turns away to smoke

theachromaticspy

(THANKS!!)

Achromatic clumsily attempted a roll, knocking over something glass. He immediately stood up, pursing his lips as he stared.

"Hello." Achromatic greeted, a little too far away to be heard properly.

Achromatic has a few twigs decorating his body now, and he was quite dusty from the half-assed roll. Quietly, he brushed himself off, a few billowing rolls of dust coming off of him.

"Greetings."

Sergeant said, his deep voice slightly tinted with a German voice toughened from years of training recruits in his prime,

he gently blew smoke in the direction he's facing. His eyes were shadowed because of his hat so it wasn't easy on what he's feeling at the moment

theachromaticspy

Achrome swung his arms a little, furrowing his brow, as if thinking, before he started walking over.

"So... hows the weather?"

Achromatic grinned oddly, the smile clearly nervous. He gave Sargent a thumbs up before letting it fall, watching the cigarette smoke, his gaze slowly going from.the cigarette to Sarg's face. Achrome squinted, trying to decipher his expression..

"Cold... decaying... I don't like it."

Sergeant crushed the cigarette with his sausage fingers, his hands were large. Could probably engulf Achromatic's skinny ones if he wanted to.

theachromaticspy

"Right. Right."

Achromatic nodded quickly, suddenly looking a tad spooked. He cleared his throat, composing himself.

"I mean, it is pretty chilly, I see what you mean. Better than being cooked alive though, ammright?" Achromatic did finger-guns towards him, visibly sweating.

*Dear god, was he going to get crushed to death? This soldier..? Man! This man just crushed his LIT cigarette via his bare hands, and that is usually an indicator of anger, so oh boy. This was not good. Not like he was scared or anything though- He's not scared of some.. big dude who could... easily rip out his jugular veins...*

Achromatic was sweating bullets, and just staring at Sargent with wide eyes that were creased by a nervous smile.

Sergeant turns to look at him, his eyes fully visible and my god, they were beautiful but tired brown eyes. He looks annoyed, not at Achromatic but at the damn weather. He doesn't like the cold, not a single bit. (Lore drop: he froze to death before getting sent to TF2)

theachromaticspy

Achromatic just stared at him, now rubbing his gloved hands together. Swiftly, he turned on his heel, reaching into his suit. He pulled out a pack of cigarettes aswell as a lighter, flicking it open with his thumb. He laughed, the noise filled with nerves, though he was beginning to let his guard down, as he hasn't been attacked yet. Shaking his head slightly, he put a cigarette inbetween his lips and lit it. It's a miracle he's able to smoke without fucking dying.

"... What's your name?"

Sergeant asked, genuinely curious now. He's never seen a Spy this GREY before... I wouldn't blame him, I would've asked too

theachromaticspy

"Oh. It's Marcel. Marcel Durand." Achrome nodded, eyes flicking towards Sargent as he took a slow inhale.Smoke slowly danced from his lips as he exhaled, the tendrils curling away from him.

"You?" Achromatic inquired, quirking a slim eyebrow up (?) at him.

"The name's Marsón."

Sergeant said calmly, they almost had the same name pronunciation, how odd

theachromaticspy

"We have very similar names!" Achromatic grinned with a soft huff akin to a laugh. He seemed to be much more relaxed now, his shoulders resting. His baggy clothing slightly ruffled in the wind, making him grumble a little.

"... what's wrong?"

Sergeant asked, hearing Achromatic's grumble

theachromaticspy

"The wind messes up my clothes." Achromatic replied, eyes flicking over towards Sargent. The wind didn't actually mess up his clothes, moreso it messed up the 'illusion' or not being as skinny as he was.

"... you look fine."

Sergeant replied back, looking confused

theachromaticspy

>"Not fine." Achrome huffed, then schooled himself back to normal. His gloved hands held the bottom of his coat tight, as to not let the wind reveal how malnourished he seemed.

>"Am I allowed inside, or must we stay out here?" He inquired, squinting slightly at Sarg, very different from his usual deer-in-headlights expression.

"Sure... it's freezing out here anyway..."

Sergeant heads inside, holding the door for Achromatic as he patiently wait for him to come in

theachromaticspy

"Thank you," Achromatic immediately lightened when he got inside, away from the wind. He brushed out his coat and everything momentarily before putting out his joint. Now in a better mood, he looked around, taking in his surroundings. Achrome hasn't explored BLU base yet. It seemed to be atleast cleaner than RED base, he noticed. Sleek floors, concrete walls... the works.

"No problem..."

Sergeant nodded, closing the door as snow began to pour down, he frowned at it before relaxing as he looked back at Achromactic.

theachromaticspy

Achromatic awkwardly brushed snow off of his head, aswell as managing to un-stick the twigs and such that had hitched a ride on his coat. After doing so, he looked over at Sargent. The base seemed slightly empty, so he atleast was thankful that he probably wouldn't be murdered.

Dear god, did these people ever dust their shelves-- or anything for that matter??? Achromatic hunched over slightly, clearing his throat, his throat feeling a tad scratchy.

"Oh shit-"

Sergeant than grabbed a spare inhaler from the shelf, he kept those for some reason... and fucking shoved it into Achromatic's mouth.

"Breathe, damn it."

theachromaticspy

Achromatic nearly choked on the inhaler before he took it out of his mouth. He then used it properly. Inhaling, the scratchiness of his throat went away slightly, though still felt a little tight. He huffed.

> "You have family members who have asthma or something?? You caught that quick."

"No... I was an only child, plus my wife divorced me and took my son with her."

Sergeant simply stated, as if that incident didn't cause his PTSD to become even worse.

theachromaticspy

>"Oh."

Achromatic winced slightly, his eyes crinkling. Awkward.

>"My condolences..?"

"It's fine..."

Sergeant gently patted Achromatic's back, being careful not to hurt him

theachromaticspy

Achromatic awkwardly smiled before looking aside. He shuddered slightly, a chill running down his neck. The remaining snow that had hitched a ride on his coat had started to melt slightly.

>"So... What's all in here?"

Achromatic inquired, taking off the overcoat. Not shockingly, his light gray undershirt was also horrendously baggy, though it was atleast tucked into his pants.

"Just some trinkets and gifts my teammates gave me, that's the shelf where I keep my books, that's where I keep my photos and that's the one where I keep my old things."

Sergeant said and explained, pointing and gesturing to each shelf. There was a small gun on the book shelf, probably still usable.

theachromaticspy

"Nice."

Achromatic shuffled over towards the shelf, a gentle, idle limp in his walk.

"What's the gun for?"

He inquired, turning a little at the waist to stare at him. Achrome's eyes were right back to being their normal wide shape.

"Incase someone tries to kill me. Even though I can punch and throw hands, I just like the feel of the recoil."

Sergeant simply, sitting on the couch

theachromaticspy

Achromatic nodded, though looked slightly offput. His eyes were crinkled oncemore with slight nerves, though he schooled it away.

>"Very nice."

He mumbled, still looking at the stuff on the shelving.

Sergeant sat there, waiting for Achromactic's next action.

theachromaticspy

Achromatic and Sargent fell into an awkward silence that lasted a few moments too long, both occasionally glancing at eachother. With a soft sigh, Achromatic walked towards the couch. After giving Sargent a silent look asking if he could sit, he did so. The couch's leather was worn, but comfy, curving around his weight next to Sargent. Occasionally, Achromatic would glance over towards Sargent, clearly looking for something to talk about.

"So... do you just wander around? Like a ghost?"

Sergeant asked quietly, turning his head towards him

(OOC: can I have that template for the tf2 oc sheet? I can't find it anywhere 😓😓😓 also im super new to tumblr roleplay so im not sure if this is allowed or what so im sorry if its not💔💔)

Achromatic would peep out from behind some rubble, staring at the BLU. He was horrendously un-sneaky, so it was pretty obvious he was there. Achrome then ducked back beneath a large, rusting chunk of scrap metal, his knees popping as he did so.

// yeah sure:)

Sergeant glanced at the Spy and double takes, he doesn't look like a BLU or RED... at all to be exact but he doesn't mind Achromatic and turns away to smoke

theachromaticspy

(THANKS!!)

Achromatic clumsily attempted a roll, knocking over something glass. He immediately stood up, pursing his lips as he stared.

"Hello." Achromatic greeted, a little too far away to be heard properly.

Achromatic has a few twigs decorating his body now, and he was quite dusty from the half-assed roll. Quietly, he brushed himself off, a few billowing rolls of dust coming off of him.

"Greetings."

Sergeant said, his deep voice slightly tinted with a German voice toughened from years of training recruits in his prime,

he gently blew smoke in the direction he's facing. His eyes were shadowed because of his hat so it wasn't easy on what he's feeling at the moment

theachromaticspy

Achrome swung his arms a little, furrowing his brow, as if thinking, before he started walking over.

"So... hows the weather?"

Achromatic grinned oddly, the smile clearly nervous. He gave Sargent a thumbs up before letting it fall, watching the cigarette smoke, his gaze slowly going from.the cigarette to Sarg's face. Achrome squinted, trying to decipher his expression..

"Cold... decaying... I don't like it."

Sergeant crushed the cigarette with his sausage fingers, his hands were large. Could probably engulf Achromatic's skinny ones if he wanted to.

theachromaticspy

"Right. Right."

Achromatic nodded quickly, suddenly looking a tad spooked. He cleared his throat, composing himself.

"I mean, it is pretty chilly, I see what you mean. Better than being cooked alive though, ammright?" Achromatic did finger-guns towards him, visibly sweating.

*Dear god, was he going to get crushed to death? This soldier..? Man! This man just crushed his LIT cigarette via his bare hands, and that is usually an indicator of anger, so oh boy. This was not good. Not like he was scared or anything though- He's not scared of some.. big dude who could... easily rip out his jugular veins...*

Achromatic was sweating bullets, and just staring at Sargent with wide eyes that were creased by a nervous smile.

Sergeant turns to look at him, his eyes fully visible and my god, they were beautiful but tired brown eyes. He looks annoyed, not at Achromatic but at the damn weather. He doesn't like the cold, not a single bit. (Lore drop: he froze to death before getting sent to TF2)

theachromaticspy

Achromatic just stared at him, now rubbing his gloved hands together. Swiftly, he turned on his heel, reaching into his suit. He pulled out a pack of cigarettes aswell as a lighter, flicking it open with his thumb. He laughed, the noise filled with nerves, though he was beginning to let his guard down, as he hasn't been attacked yet. Shaking his head slightly, he put a cigarette inbetween his lips and lit it. It's a miracle he's able to smoke without fucking dying.

"... What's your name?"

Sergeant asked, genuinely curious now. He's never seen a Spy this GREY before... I wouldn't blame him, I would've asked too

theachromaticspy

"Oh. It's Marcel. Marcel Durand." Achrome nodded, eyes flicking towards Sargent as he took a slow inhale.Smoke slowly danced from his lips as he exhaled, the tendrils curling away from him.

"You?" Achromatic inquired, quirking a slim eyebrow up (?) at him.

"The name's Marsón."

Sergeant said calmly, they almost had the same name pronunciation, how odd

theachromaticspy

"We have very similar names!" Achromatic grinned with a soft huff akin to a laugh. He seemed to be much more relaxed now, his shoulders resting. His baggy clothing slightly ruffled in the wind, making him grumble a little.

"... what's wrong?"

Sergeant asked, hearing Achromatic's grumble

theachromaticspy

"The wind messes up my clothes." Achromatic replied, eyes flicking over towards Sargent. The wind didn't actually mess up his clothes, moreso it messed up the 'illusion' or not being as skinny as he was.

"... you look fine."

Sergeant replied back, looking confused

theachromaticspy

>"Not fine." Achrome huffed, then schooled himself back to normal. His gloved hands held the bottom of his coat tight, as to not let the wind reveal how malnourished he seemed.

>"Am I allowed inside, or must we stay out here?" He inquired, squinting slightly at Sarg, very different from his usual deer-in-headlights expression.

"Sure... it's freezing out here anyway..."

Sergeant heads inside, holding the door for Achromatic as he patiently wait for him to come in

theachromaticspy

"Thank you," Achromatic immediately lightened when he got inside, away from the wind. He brushed out his coat and everything momentarily before putting out his joint. Now in a better mood, he looked around, taking in his surroundings. Achrome hasn't explored BLU base yet. It seemed to be atleast cleaner than RED base, he noticed. Sleek floors, concrete walls... the works.

"No problem..."

Sergeant nodded, closing the door as snow began to pour down, he frowned at it before relaxing as he looked back at Achromactic.

theachromaticspy

Achromatic awkwardly brushed snow off of his head, aswell as managing to un-stick the twigs and such that had hitched a ride on his coat. After doing so, he looked over at Sargent. The base seemed slightly empty, so he atleast was thankful that he probably wouldn't be murdered.

Dear god, did these people ever dust their shelves-- or anything for that matter??? Achromatic hunched over slightly, clearing his throat, his throat feeling a tad scratchy.

"Oh shit-"

Sergeant than grabbed a spare inhaler from the shelf, he kept those for some reason... and fucking shoved it into Achromatic's mouth.

"Breathe, damn it."

theachromaticspy

Achromatic nearly choked on the inhaler before he took it out of his mouth. He then used it properly. Inhaling, the scratchiness of his throat went away slightly, though still felt a little tight. He huffed.

> "You have family members who have asthma or something?? You caught that quick."

"No... I was an only child, plus my wife divorced me and took my son with her."

Sergeant simply stated, as if that incident didn't cause his PTSD to become even worse.

theachromaticspy

>"Oh."

Achromatic winced slightly, his eyes crinkling. Awkward.

>"My condolences..?"

"It's fine..."

Sergeant gently patted Achromatic's back, being careful not to hurt him

theachromaticspy

Achromatic awkwardly smiled before looking aside. He shuddered slightly, a chill running down his neck. The remaining snow that had hitched a ride on his coat had started to melt slightly.

>"So... What's all in here?"

Achromatic inquired, taking off the overcoat. Not shockingly, his light gray undershirt was also horrendously baggy, though it was atleast tucked into his pants.

"Just some trinkets and gifts my teammates gave me, that's the shelf where I keep my books, that's where I keep my photos and that's the one where I keep my old things."

Sergeant said and explained, pointing and gesturing to each shelf. There was a small gun on the book shelf, probably still usable.

theachromaticspy

"Nice."

Achromatic shuffled over towards the shelf, a gentle, idle limp in his walk.

"What's the gun for?"

He inquired, turning a little at the waist to stare at him. Achrome's eyes were right back to being their normal wide shape.

"Incase someone tries to kill me. Even though I can punch and throw hands, I just like the feel of the recoil."

Sergeant simply, sitting on the couch

theachromaticspy

Achromatic nodded, though looked slightly offput. His eyes were crinkled oncemore with slight nerves, though he schooled it away.

>"Very nice."

He mumbled, still looking at the stuff on the shelving.

Sergeant sat there, waiting for Achromactic's next action.

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(OOC: can I have that template for the tf2 oc sheet? I can't find it anywhere 😓😓😓 also im super new to tumblr roleplay so im not sure if this is allowed or what so im sorry if its not💔💔)

Achromatic would peep out from behind some rubble, staring at the BLU. He was horrendously un-sneaky, so it was pretty obvious he was there. Achrome then ducked back beneath a large, rusting chunk of scrap metal, his knees popping as he did so.

// yeah sure:)

Sergeant glanced at the Spy and double takes, he doesn't look like a BLU or RED... at all to be exact but he doesn't mind Achromatic and turns away to smoke

theachromaticspy

(THANKS!!)

Achromatic clumsily attempted a roll, knocking over something glass. He immediately stood up, pursing his lips as he stared.

"Hello." Achromatic greeted, a little too far away to be heard properly.

Achromatic has a few twigs decorating his body now, and he was quite dusty from the half-assed roll. Quietly, he brushed himself off, a few billowing rolls of dust coming off of him.

"Greetings."

Sergeant said, his deep voice slightly tinted with a German voice toughened from years of training recruits in his prime,

he gently blew smoke in the direction he's facing. His eyes were shadowed because of his hat so it wasn't easy on what he's feeling at the moment

theachromaticspy

Achrome swung his arms a little, furrowing his brow, as if thinking, before he started walking over.

"So... hows the weather?"

Achromatic grinned oddly, the smile clearly nervous. He gave Sargent a thumbs up before letting it fall, watching the cigarette smoke, his gaze slowly going from.the cigarette to Sarg's face. Achrome squinted, trying to decipher his expression..

"Cold... decaying... I don't like it."

Sergeant crushed the cigarette with his sausage fingers, his hands were large. Could probably engulf Achromatic's skinny ones if he wanted to.

theachromaticspy

"Right. Right."

Achromatic nodded quickly, suddenly looking a tad spooked. He cleared his throat, composing himself.

"I mean, it is pretty chilly, I see what you mean. Better than being cooked alive though, ammright?" Achromatic did finger-guns towards him, visibly sweating.

*Dear god, was he going to get crushed to death? This soldier..? Man! This man just crushed his LIT cigarette via his bare hands, and that is usually an indicator of anger, so oh boy. This was not good. Not like he was scared or anything though- He's not scared of some.. big dude who could... easily rip out his jugular veins...*

Achromatic was sweating bullets, and just staring at Sargent with wide eyes that were creased by a nervous smile.

Sergeant turns to look at him, his eyes fully visible and my god, they were beautiful but tired brown eyes. He looks annoyed, not at Achromatic but at the damn weather. He doesn't like the cold, not a single bit. (Lore drop: he froze to death before getting sent to TF2)

theachromaticspy

Achromatic just stared at him, now rubbing his gloved hands together. Swiftly, he turned on his heel, reaching into his suit. He pulled out a pack of cigarettes aswell as a lighter, flicking it open with his thumb. He laughed, the noise filled with nerves, though he was beginning to let his guard down, as he hasn't been attacked yet. Shaking his head slightly, he put a cigarette inbetween his lips and lit it. It's a miracle he's able to smoke without fucking dying.

"... What's your name?"

Sergeant asked, genuinely curious now. He's never seen a Spy this GREY before... I wouldn't blame him, I would've asked too

theachromaticspy

"Oh. It's Marcel. Marcel Durand." Achrome nodded, eyes flicking towards Sargent as he took a slow inhale.Smoke slowly danced from his lips as he exhaled, the tendrils curling away from him.

"You?" Achromatic inquired, quirking a slim eyebrow up (?) at him.

"The name's Marsón."

Sergeant said calmly, they almost had the same name pronunciation, how odd

theachromaticspy

"We have very similar names!" Achromatic grinned with a soft huff akin to a laugh. He seemed to be much more relaxed now, his shoulders resting. His baggy clothing slightly ruffled in the wind, making him grumble a little.

"... what's wrong?"

Sergeant asked, hearing Achromatic's grumble

theachromaticspy

"The wind messes up my clothes." Achromatic replied, eyes flicking over towards Sargent. The wind didn't actually mess up his clothes, moreso it messed up the 'illusion' or not being as skinny as he was.

"... you look fine."

Sergeant replied back, looking confused

theachromaticspy

>"Not fine." Achrome huffed, then schooled himself back to normal. His gloved hands held the bottom of his coat tight, as to not let the wind reveal how malnourished he seemed.

>"Am I allowed inside, or must we stay out here?" He inquired, squinting slightly at Sarg, very different from his usual deer-in-headlights expression.

"Sure... it's freezing out here anyway..."

Sergeant heads inside, holding the door for Achromatic as he patiently wait for him to come in

theachromaticspy

"Thank you," Achromatic immediately lightened when he got inside, away from the wind. He brushed out his coat and everything momentarily before putting out his joint. Now in a better mood, he looked around, taking in his surroundings. Achrome hasn't explored BLU base yet. It seemed to be atleast cleaner than RED base, he noticed. Sleek floors, concrete walls... the works.

"No problem..."

Sergeant nodded, closing the door as snow began to pour down, he frowned at it before relaxing as he looked back at Achromactic.

theachromaticspy

Achromatic awkwardly brushed snow off of his head, aswell as managing to un-stick the twigs and such that had hitched a ride on his coat. After doing so, he looked over at Sargent. The base seemed slightly empty, so he atleast was thankful that he probably wouldn't be murdered.

Dear god, did these people ever dust their shelves-- or anything for that matter??? Achromatic hunched over slightly, clearing his throat, his throat feeling a tad scratchy.

"Oh shit-"

Sergeant than grabbed a spare inhaler from the shelf, he kept those for some reason... and fucking shoved it into Achromatic's mouth.

"Breathe, damn it."

theachromaticspy

Achromatic nearly choked on the inhaler before he took it out of his mouth. He then used it properly. Inhaling, the scratchiness of his throat went away slightly, though still felt a little tight. He huffed.

> "You have family members who have asthma or something?? You caught that quick."

"No... I was an only child, plus my wife divorced me and took my son with her."

Sergeant simply stated, as if that incident didn't cause his PTSD to become even worse.

theachromaticspy

>"Oh."

Achromatic winced slightly, his eyes crinkling. Awkward.

>"My condolences..?"

"It's fine..."

Sergeant gently patted Achromatic's back, being careful not to hurt him

theachromaticspy

Achromatic awkwardly smiled before looking aside. He shuddered slightly, a chill running down his neck. The remaining snow that had hitched a ride on his coat had started to melt slightly.

>"So... What's all in here?"

Achromatic inquired, taking off the overcoat. Not shockingly, his light gray undershirt was also horrendously baggy, though it was atleast tucked into his pants.

"Just some trinkets and gifts my teammates gave me, that's the shelf where I keep my books, that's where I keep my photos and that's the one where I keep my old things."

Sergeant said and explained, pointing and gesturing to each shelf. There was a small gun on the book shelf, probably still usable.

theachromaticspy

"Nice."

Achromatic shuffled over towards the shelf, a gentle, idle limp in his walk.

"What's the gun for?"

He inquired, turning a little at the waist to stare at him. Achrome's eyes were right back to being their normal wide shape.

"Incase someone tries to kill me. Even though I can punch and throw hands, I just like the feel of the recoil."

Sergeant simply, sitting on the couch

#// sorry had had to go to sleep lol #// also I'm very sick

(OOC: can I have that template for the tf2 oc sheet? I can't find it anywhere 😓😓😓 also im super new to tumblr roleplay so im not sure if this is allowed or what so im sorry if its not💔💔)

Achromatic would peep out from behind some rubble, staring at the BLU. He was horrendously un-sneaky, so it was pretty obvious he was there. Achrome then ducked back beneath a large, rusting chunk of scrap metal, his knees popping as he did so.

// yeah sure:)

Sergeant glanced at the Spy and double takes, he doesn't look like a BLU or RED... at all to be exact but he doesn't mind Achromatic and turns away to smoke

theachromaticspy

(THANKS!!)

Achromatic clumsily attempted a roll, knocking over something glass. He immediately stood up, pursing his lips as he stared.

"Hello." Achromatic greeted, a little too far away to be heard properly.

Achromatic has a few twigs decorating his body now, and he was quite dusty from the half-assed roll. Quietly, he brushed himself off, a few billowing rolls of dust coming off of him.

"Greetings."

Sergeant said, his deep voice slightly tinted with a German voice toughened from years of training recruits in his prime,

he gently blew smoke in the direction he's facing. His eyes were shadowed because of his hat so it wasn't easy on what he's feeling at the moment

theachromaticspy

Achrome swung his arms a little, furrowing his brow, as if thinking, before he started walking over.

"So... hows the weather?"

Achromatic grinned oddly, the smile clearly nervous. He gave Sargent a thumbs up before letting it fall, watching the cigarette smoke, his gaze slowly going from.the cigarette to Sarg's face. Achrome squinted, trying to decipher his expression..

"Cold... decaying... I don't like it."

Sergeant crushed the cigarette with his sausage fingers, his hands were large. Could probably engulf Achromatic's skinny ones if he wanted to.

theachromaticspy

"Right. Right."

Achromatic nodded quickly, suddenly looking a tad spooked. He cleared his throat, composing himself.

"I mean, it is pretty chilly, I see what you mean. Better than being cooked alive though, ammright?" Achromatic did finger-guns towards him, visibly sweating.

*Dear god, was he going to get crushed to death? This soldier..? Man! This man just crushed his LIT cigarette via his bare hands, and that is usually an indicator of anger, so oh boy. This was not good. Not like he was scared or anything though- He's not scared of some.. big dude who could... easily rip out his jugular veins...*

Achromatic was sweating bullets, and just staring at Sargent with wide eyes that were creased by a nervous smile.

Sergeant turns to look at him, his eyes fully visible and my god, they were beautiful but tired brown eyes. He looks annoyed, not at Achromatic but at the damn weather. He doesn't like the cold, not a single bit. (Lore drop: he froze to death before getting sent to TF2)

theachromaticspy

Achromatic just stared at him, now rubbing his gloved hands together. Swiftly, he turned on his heel, reaching into his suit. He pulled out a pack of cigarettes aswell as a lighter, flicking it open with his thumb. He laughed, the noise filled with nerves, though he was beginning to let his guard down, as he hasn't been attacked yet. Shaking his head slightly, he put a cigarette inbetween his lips and lit it. It's a miracle he's able to smoke without fucking dying.

"... What's your name?"

Sergeant asked, genuinely curious now. He's never seen a Spy this GREY before... I wouldn't blame him, I would've asked too

theachromaticspy

"Oh. It's Marcel. Marcel Durand." Achrome nodded, eyes flicking towards Sargent as he took a slow inhale.Smoke slowly danced from his lips as he exhaled, the tendrils curling away from him.

"You?" Achromatic inquired, quirking a slim eyebrow up (?) at him.

"The name's Marsón."

Sergeant said calmly, they almost had the same name pronunciation, how odd

theachromaticspy

"We have very similar names!" Achromatic grinned with a soft huff akin to a laugh. He seemed to be much more relaxed now, his shoulders resting. His baggy clothing slightly ruffled in the wind, making him grumble a little.

"... what's wrong?"

Sergeant asked, hearing Achromatic's grumble

theachromaticspy

"The wind messes up my clothes." Achromatic replied, eyes flicking over towards Sargent. The wind didn't actually mess up his clothes, moreso it messed up the 'illusion' or not being as skinny as he was.

"... you look fine."

Sergeant replied back, looking confused

theachromaticspy

>"Not fine." Achrome huffed, then schooled himself back to normal. His gloved hands held the bottom of his coat tight, as to not let the wind reveal how malnourished he seemed.

>"Am I allowed inside, or must we stay out here?" He inquired, squinting slightly at Sarg, very different from his usual deer-in-headlights expression.

"Sure... it's freezing out here anyway..."

Sergeant heads inside, holding the door for Achromatic as he patiently wait for him to come in

theachromaticspy

"Thank you," Achromatic immediately lightened when he got inside, away from the wind. He brushed out his coat and everything momentarily before putting out his joint. Now in a better mood, he looked around, taking in his surroundings. Achrome hasn't explored BLU base yet. It seemed to be atleast cleaner than RED base, he noticed. Sleek floors, concrete walls... the works.

"No problem..."

Sergeant nodded, closing the door as snow began to pour down, he frowned at it before relaxing as he looked back at Achromactic.

theachromaticspy

Achromatic awkwardly brushed snow off of his head, aswell as managing to un-stick the twigs and such that had hitched a ride on his coat. After doing so, he looked over at Sargent. The base seemed slightly empty, so he atleast was thankful that he probably wouldn't be murdered.

Dear god, did these people ever dust their shelves-- or anything for that matter??? Achromatic hunched over slightly, clearing his throat, his throat feeling a tad scratchy.

"Oh shit-"

Sergeant than grabbed a spare inhaler from the shelf, he kept those for some reason... and fucking shoved it into Achromatic's mouth.

"Breathe, damn it."

theachromaticspy

Achromatic nearly choked on the inhaler before he took it out of his mouth. He then used it properly. Inhaling, the scratchiness of his throat went away slightly, though still felt a little tight. He huffed.

> "You have family members who have asthma or something?? You caught that quick."

"No... I was an only child, plus my wife divorced me and took my son with her."

Sergeant simply stated, as if that incident didn't cause his PTSD to become even worse.

theachromaticspy

>"Oh."

Achromatic winced slightly, his eyes crinkling. Awkward.

>"My condolences..?"

"It's fine..."

Sergeant gently patted Achromatic's back, being careful not to hurt him

theachromaticspy

Achromatic awkwardly smiled before looking aside. He shuddered slightly, a chill running down his neck. The remaining snow that had hitched a ride on his coat had started to melt slightly.

>"So... What's all in here?"

Achromatic inquired, taking off the overcoat. Not shockingly, his light gray undershirt was also horrendously baggy, though it was atleast tucked into his pants.

"Just some trinkets and gifts my teammates gave me, that's the shelf where I keep my books, that's where I keep my photos and that's the one where I keep my old things."

Sergeant said and explained, pointing and gesturing to each shelf. There was a small gun on the book shelf, probably still usable.

(OOC: can I have that template for the tf2 oc sheet? I can't find it anywhere 😓😓😓 also im super new to tumblr roleplay so im not sure if this is allowed or what so im sorry if its not💔💔)

Achromatic would peep out from behind some rubble, staring at the BLU. He was horrendously un-sneaky, so it was pretty obvious he was there. Achrome then ducked back beneath a large, rusting chunk of scrap metal, his knees popping as he did so.

// yeah sure:)

Sergeant glanced at the Spy and double takes, he doesn't look like a BLU or RED... at all to be exact but he doesn't mind Achromatic and turns away to smoke

theachromaticspy

(THANKS!!)

Achromatic clumsily attempted a roll, knocking over something glass. He immediately stood up, pursing his lips as he stared.

"Hello." Achromatic greeted, a little too far away to be heard properly.

Achromatic has a few twigs decorating his body now, and he was quite dusty from the half-assed roll. Quietly, he brushed himself off, a few billowing rolls of dust coming off of him.

"Greetings."

Sergeant said, his deep voice slightly tinted with a German voice toughened from years of training recruits in his prime,

he gently blew smoke in the direction he's facing. His eyes were shadowed because of his hat so it wasn't easy on what he's feeling at the moment

theachromaticspy

Achrome swung his arms a little, furrowing his brow, as if thinking, before he started walking over.

"So... hows the weather?"

Achromatic grinned oddly, the smile clearly nervous. He gave Sargent a thumbs up before letting it fall, watching the cigarette smoke, his gaze slowly going from.the cigarette to Sarg's face. Achrome squinted, trying to decipher his expression..

"Cold... decaying... I don't like it."

Sergeant crushed the cigarette with his sausage fingers, his hands were large. Could probably engulf Achromatic's skinny ones if he wanted to.

theachromaticspy

"Right. Right."

Achromatic nodded quickly, suddenly looking a tad spooked. He cleared his throat, composing himself.

"I mean, it is pretty chilly, I see what you mean. Better than being cooked alive though, ammright?" Achromatic did finger-guns towards him, visibly sweating.

*Dear god, was he going to get crushed to death? This soldier..? Man! This man just crushed his LIT cigarette via his bare hands, and that is usually an indicator of anger, so oh boy. This was not good. Not like he was scared or anything though- He's not scared of some.. big dude who could... easily rip out his jugular veins...*

Achromatic was sweating bullets, and just staring at Sargent with wide eyes that were creased by a nervous smile.

Sergeant turns to look at him, his eyes fully visible and my god, they were beautiful but tired brown eyes. He looks annoyed, not at Achromatic but at the damn weather. He doesn't like the cold, not a single bit. (Lore drop: he froze to death before getting sent to TF2)

theachromaticspy

Achromatic just stared at him, now rubbing his gloved hands together. Swiftly, he turned on his heel, reaching into his suit. He pulled out a pack of cigarettes aswell as a lighter, flicking it open with his thumb. He laughed, the noise filled with nerves, though he was beginning to let his guard down, as he hasn't been attacked yet. Shaking his head slightly, he put a cigarette inbetween his lips and lit it. It's a miracle he's able to smoke without fucking dying.

"... What's your name?"

Sergeant asked, genuinely curious now. He's never seen a Spy this GREY before... I wouldn't blame him, I would've asked too

theachromaticspy

"Oh. It's Marcel. Marcel Durand." Achrome nodded, eyes flicking towards Sargent as he took a slow inhale.Smoke slowly danced from his lips as he exhaled, the tendrils curling away from him.

"You?" Achromatic inquired, quirking a slim eyebrow up (?) at him.

"The name's Marsón."

Sergeant said calmly, they almost had the same name pronunciation, how odd

theachromaticspy

"We have very similar names!" Achromatic grinned with a soft huff akin to a laugh. He seemed to be much more relaxed now, his shoulders resting. His baggy clothing slightly ruffled in the wind, making him grumble a little.

"... what's wrong?"

Sergeant asked, hearing Achromatic's grumble

theachromaticspy

"The wind messes up my clothes." Achromatic replied, eyes flicking over towards Sargent. The wind didn't actually mess up his clothes, moreso it messed up the 'illusion' or not being as skinny as he was.

"... you look fine."

Sergeant replied back, looking confused

theachromaticspy

>"Not fine." Achrome huffed, then schooled himself back to normal. His gloved hands held the bottom of his coat tight, as to not let the wind reveal how malnourished he seemed.

>"Am I allowed inside, or must we stay out here?" He inquired, squinting slightly at Sarg, very different from his usual deer-in-headlights expression.

"Sure... it's freezing out here anyway..."

Sergeant heads inside, holding the door for Achromatic as he patiently wait for him to come in

theachromaticspy

"Thank you," Achromatic immediately lightened when he got inside, away from the wind. He brushed out his coat and everything momentarily before putting out his joint. Now in a better mood, he looked around, taking in his surroundings. Achrome hasn't explored BLU base yet. It seemed to be atleast cleaner than RED base, he noticed. Sleek floors, concrete walls... the works.

"No problem..."

Sergeant nodded, closing the door as snow began to pour down, he frowned at it before relaxing as he looked back at Achromactic.

theachromaticspy

Achromatic awkwardly brushed snow off of his head, aswell as managing to un-stick the twigs and such that had hitched a ride on his coat. After doing so, he looked over at Sargent. The base seemed slightly empty, so he atleast was thankful that he probably wouldn't be murdered.

Dear god, did these people ever dust their shelves-- or anything for that matter??? Achromatic hunched over slightly, clearing his throat, his throat feeling a tad scratchy.

"Oh shit-"

Sergeant than grabbed a spare inhaler from the shelf, he kept those for some reason... and fucking shoved it into Achromatic's mouth.

"Breathe, damn it."

theachromaticspy

Achromatic nearly choked on the inhaler before he took it out of his mouth. He then used it properly. Inhaling, the scratchiness of his throat went away slightly, though still felt a little tight. He huffed.

> "You have family members who have asthma or something?? You caught that quick."

"No... I was an only child, plus my wife divorced me and took my son with her."

Sergeant simply stated, as if that incident didn't cause his PTSD to become even worse.

theachromaticspy

>"Oh."

Achromatic winced slightly, his eyes crinkling. Awkward.

>"My condolences..?"

"It's fine..."

Sergeant gently patted Achromatic's back, being careful not to hurt him

#// why do i feel like this is becoming a ship or smth #// idk lol

(OOC: can I have that template for the tf2 oc sheet? I can't find it anywhere 😓😓😓 also im super new to tumblr roleplay so im not sure if this is allowed or what so im sorry if its not💔💔)

Achromatic would peep out from behind some rubble, staring at the BLU. He was horrendously un-sneaky, so it was pretty obvious he was there. Achrome then ducked back beneath a large, rusting chunk of scrap metal, his knees popping as he did so.

// yeah sure:)

Sergeant glanced at the Spy and double takes, he doesn't look like a BLU or RED... at all to be exact but he doesn't mind Achromatic and turns away to smoke

theachromaticspy

(THANKS!!)

Achromatic clumsily attempted a roll, knocking over something glass. He immediately stood up, pursing his lips as he stared.

"Hello." Achromatic greeted, a little too far away to be heard properly.

Achromatic has a few twigs decorating his body now, and he was quite dusty from the half-assed roll. Quietly, he brushed himself off, a few billowing rolls of dust coming off of him.

"Greetings."

Sergeant said, his deep voice slightly tinted with a German voice toughened from years of training recruits in his prime,

he gently blew smoke in the direction he's facing. His eyes were shadowed because of his hat so it wasn't easy on what he's feeling at the moment

theachromaticspy

Achrome swung his arms a little, furrowing his brow, as if thinking, before he started walking over.

"So... hows the weather?"

Achromatic grinned oddly, the smile clearly nervous. He gave Sargent a thumbs up before letting it fall, watching the cigarette smoke, his gaze slowly going from.the cigarette to Sarg's face. Achrome squinted, trying to decipher his expression..

"Cold... decaying... I don't like it."

Sergeant crushed the cigarette with his sausage fingers, his hands were large. Could probably engulf Achromatic's skinny ones if he wanted to.

theachromaticspy

"Right. Right."

Achromatic nodded quickly, suddenly looking a tad spooked. He cleared his throat, composing himself.

"I mean, it is pretty chilly, I see what you mean. Better than being cooked alive though, ammright?" Achromatic did finger-guns towards him, visibly sweating.

*Dear god, was he going to get crushed to death? This soldier..? Man! This man just crushed his LIT cigarette via his bare hands, and that is usually an indicator of anger, so oh boy. This was not good. Not like he was scared or anything though- He's not scared of some.. big dude who could... easily rip out his jugular veins...*

Achromatic was sweating bullets, and just staring at Sargent with wide eyes that were creased by a nervous smile.

Sergeant turns to look at him, his eyes fully visible and my god, they were beautiful but tired brown eyes. He looks annoyed, not at Achromatic but at the damn weather. He doesn't like the cold, not a single bit. (Lore drop: he froze to death before getting sent to TF2)

theachromaticspy

Achromatic just stared at him, now rubbing his gloved hands together. Swiftly, he turned on his heel, reaching into his suit. He pulled out a pack of cigarettes aswell as a lighter, flicking it open with his thumb. He laughed, the noise filled with nerves, though he was beginning to let his guard down, as he hasn't been attacked yet. Shaking his head slightly, he put a cigarette inbetween his lips and lit it. It's a miracle he's able to smoke without fucking dying.

"... What's your name?"

Sergeant asked, genuinely curious now. He's never seen a Spy this GREY before... I wouldn't blame him, I would've asked too

theachromaticspy

"Oh. It's Marcel. Marcel Durand." Achrome nodded, eyes flicking towards Sargent as he took a slow inhale.Smoke slowly danced from his lips as he exhaled, the tendrils curling away from him.

"You?" Achromatic inquired, quirking a slim eyebrow up (?) at him.

"The name's Marsón."

Sergeant said calmly, they almost had the same name pronunciation, how odd

theachromaticspy

"We have very similar names!" Achromatic grinned with a soft huff akin to a laugh. He seemed to be much more relaxed now, his shoulders resting. His baggy clothing slightly ruffled in the wind, making him grumble a little.

"... what's wrong?"

Sergeant asked, hearing Achromatic's grumble

theachromaticspy

"The wind messes up my clothes." Achromatic replied, eyes flicking over towards Sargent. The wind didn't actually mess up his clothes, moreso it messed up the 'illusion' or not being as skinny as he was.

"... you look fine."

Sergeant replied back, looking confused

theachromaticspy

>"Not fine." Achrome huffed, then schooled himself back to normal. His gloved hands held the bottom of his coat tight, as to not let the wind reveal how malnourished he seemed.

>"Am I allowed inside, or must we stay out here?" He inquired, squinting slightly at Sarg, very different from his usual deer-in-headlights expression.

"Sure... it's freezing out here anyway..."

Sergeant heads inside, holding the door for Achromatic as he patiently wait for him to come in

theachromaticspy

"Thank you," Achromatic immediately lightened when he got inside, away from the wind. He brushed out his coat and everything momentarily before putting out his joint. Now in a better mood, he looked around, taking in his surroundings. Achrome hasn't explored BLU base yet. It seemed to be atleast cleaner than RED base, he noticed. Sleek floors, concrete walls... the works.

"No problem..."

Sergeant nodded, closing the door as snow began to pour down, he frowned at it before relaxing as he looked back at Achromactic.

theachromaticspy

Achromatic awkwardly brushed snow off of his head, aswell as managing to un-stick the twigs and such that had hitched a ride on his coat. After doing so, he looked over at Sargent. The base seemed slightly empty, so he atleast was thankful that he probably wouldn't be murdered.

Dear god, did these people ever dust their shelves-- or anything for that matter??? Achromatic hunched over slightly, clearing his throat, his throat feeling a tad scratchy.

"Oh shit-"

Sergeant than grabbed a spare inhaler from the shelf, he kept those for some reason... and fucking shoved it into Achromatic's mouth.

"Breathe, damn it."

theachromaticspy

Achromatic nearly choked on the inhaler before he took it out of his mouth. He then used it properly. Inhaling, the scratchiness of his throat went away slightly, though still felt a little tight. He huffed.

> "You have family members who have asthma or something?? You caught that quick."

"No... I was an only child, plus my wife divorced me and took my son with her."

Sergeant simply stated, as if that incident didn't cause his PTSD to become even worse.

#// lol i can tell #// i would've let him die but Sergeant wouldn't let that happen lol

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(OOC: can I have that template for the tf2 oc sheet? I can't find it anywhere 😓😓😓 also im super new to tumblr roleplay so im not sure if this is allowed or what so im sorry if its not💔💔)

Achromatic would peep out from behind some rubble, staring at the BLU. He was horrendously un-sneaky, so it was pretty obvious he was there. Achrome then ducked back beneath a large, rusting chunk of scrap metal, his knees popping as he did so.

// yeah sure:)

Sergeant glanced at the Spy and double takes, he doesn't look like a BLU or RED... at all to be exact but he doesn't mind Achromatic and turns away to smoke

theachromaticspy

(THANKS!!)

Achromatic clumsily attempted a roll, knocking over something glass. He immediately stood up, pursing his lips as he stared.

"Hello." Achromatic greeted, a little too far away to be heard properly.

Achromatic has a few twigs decorating his body now, and he was quite dusty from the half-assed roll. Quietly, he brushed himself off, a few billowing rolls of dust coming off of him.

"Greetings."

Sergeant said, his deep voice slightly tinted with a German voice toughened from years of training recruits in his prime,

he gently blew smoke in the direction he's facing. His eyes were shadowed because of his hat so it wasn't easy on what he's feeling at the moment

theachromaticspy

Achrome swung his arms a little, furrowing his brow, as if thinking, before he started walking over.

"So... hows the weather?"

Achromatic grinned oddly, the smile clearly nervous. He gave Sargent a thumbs up before letting it fall, watching the cigarette smoke, his gaze slowly going from.the cigarette to Sarg's face. Achrome squinted, trying to decipher his expression..

"Cold... decaying... I don't like it."

Sergeant crushed the cigarette with his sausage fingers, his hands were large. Could probably engulf Achromatic's skinny ones if he wanted to.

theachromaticspy

"Right. Right."

Achromatic nodded quickly, suddenly looking a tad spooked. He cleared his throat, composing himself.

"I mean, it is pretty chilly, I see what you mean. Better than being cooked alive though, ammright?" Achromatic did finger-guns towards him, visibly sweating.

*Dear god, was he going to get crushed to death? This soldier..? Man! This man just crushed his LIT cigarette via his bare hands, and that is usually an indicator of anger, so oh boy. This was not good. Not like he was scared or anything though- He's not scared of some.. big dude who could... easily rip out his jugular veins...*

Achromatic was sweating bullets, and just staring at Sargent with wide eyes that were creased by a nervous smile.

Sergeant turns to look at him, his eyes fully visible and my god, they were beautiful but tired brown eyes. He looks annoyed, not at Achromatic but at the damn weather. He doesn't like the cold, not a single bit. (Lore drop: he froze to death before getting sent to TF2)

theachromaticspy

Achromatic just stared at him, now rubbing his gloved hands together. Swiftly, he turned on his heel, reaching into his suit. He pulled out a pack of cigarettes aswell as a lighter, flicking it open with his thumb. He laughed, the noise filled with nerves, though he was beginning to let his guard down, as he hasn't been attacked yet. Shaking his head slightly, he put a cigarette inbetween his lips and lit it. It's a miracle he's able to smoke without fucking dying.

"... What's your name?"

Sergeant asked, genuinely curious now. He's never seen a Spy this GREY before... I wouldn't blame him, I would've asked too

theachromaticspy

"Oh. It's Marcel. Marcel Durand." Achrome nodded, eyes flicking towards Sargent as he took a slow inhale.Smoke slowly danced from his lips as he exhaled, the tendrils curling away from him.

"You?" Achromatic inquired, quirking a slim eyebrow up (?) at him.

"The name's Marsón."

Sergeant said calmly, they almost had the same name pronunciation, how odd

theachromaticspy

"We have very similar names!" Achromatic grinned with a soft huff akin to a laugh. He seemed to be much more relaxed now, his shoulders resting. His baggy clothing slightly ruffled in the wind, making him grumble a little.

"... what's wrong?"

Sergeant asked, hearing Achromatic's grumble

theachromaticspy

"The wind messes up my clothes." Achromatic replied, eyes flicking over towards Sargent. The wind didn't actually mess up his clothes, moreso it messed up the 'illusion' or not being as skinny as he was.

"... you look fine."

Sergeant replied back, looking confused

theachromaticspy

>"Not fine." Achrome huffed, then schooled himself back to normal. His gloved hands held the bottom of his coat tight, as to not let the wind reveal how malnourished he seemed.

>"Am I allowed inside, or must we stay out here?" He inquired, squinting slightly at Sarg, very different from his usual deer-in-headlights expression.

"Sure... it's freezing out here anyway..."

Sergeant heads inside, holding the door for Achromatic as he patiently wait for him to come in

theachromaticspy

"Thank you," Achromatic immediately lightened when he got inside, away from the wind. He brushed out his coat and everything momentarily before putting out his joint. Now in a better mood, he looked around, taking in his surroundings. Achrome hasn't explored BLU base yet. It seemed to be atleast cleaner than RED base, he noticed. Sleek floors, concrete walls... the works.

"No problem..."

Sergeant nodded, closing the door as snow began to pour down, he frowned at it before relaxing as he looked back at Achromactic.

theachromaticspy

Achromatic awkwardly brushed snow off of his head, aswell as managing to un-stick the twigs and such that had hitched a ride on his coat. After doing so, he looked over at Sargent. The base seemed slightly empty, so he atleast was thankful that he probably wouldn't be murdered.

Dear god, did these people ever dust their shelves-- or anything for that matter??? Achromatic hunched over slightly, clearing his throat, his throat feeling a tad scratchy.

"Oh shit-"

Sergeant than grabbed a spare inhaler from the shelf, he kept those for some reason... and fucking shoved it into Achromatic's mouth.

"Breathe, damn it."

#// SERGEANT DON'T FUCKIN CHOKR HIM WHILE YOUR TRYING SAVE HIM #// goddamn

(OOC: can I have that template for the tf2 oc sheet? I can't find it anywhere 😓😓😓 also im super new to tumblr roleplay so im not sure if this is allowed or what so im sorry if its not💔💔)

Achromatic would peep out from behind some rubble, staring at the BLU. He was horrendously un-sneaky, so it was pretty obvious he was there. Achrome then ducked back beneath a large, rusting chunk of scrap metal, his knees popping as he did so.

// yeah sure:)

Sergeant glanced at the Spy and double takes, he doesn't look like a BLU or RED... at all to be exact but he doesn't mind Achromatic and turns away to smoke

theachromaticspy

(THANKS!!)

Achromatic clumsily attempted a roll, knocking over something glass. He immediately stood up, pursing his lips as he stared.

"Hello." Achromatic greeted, a little too far away to be heard properly.

Achromatic has a few twigs decorating his body now, and he was quite dusty from the half-assed roll. Quietly, he brushed himself off, a few billowing rolls of dust coming off of him.

"Greetings."

Sergeant said, his deep voice slightly tinted with a German voice toughened from years of training recruits in his prime,

he gently blew smoke in the direction he's facing. His eyes were shadowed because of his hat so it wasn't easy on what he's feeling at the moment

theachromaticspy

Achrome swung his arms a little, furrowing his brow, as if thinking, before he started walking over.

"So... hows the weather?"

Achromatic grinned oddly, the smile clearly nervous. He gave Sargent a thumbs up before letting it fall, watching the cigarette smoke, his gaze slowly going from.the cigarette to Sarg's face. Achrome squinted, trying to decipher his expression..

"Cold... decaying... I don't like it."

Sergeant crushed the cigarette with his sausage fingers, his hands were large. Could probably engulf Achromatic's skinny ones if he wanted to.

theachromaticspy

"Right. Right."

Achromatic nodded quickly, suddenly looking a tad spooked. He cleared his throat, composing himself.

"I mean, it is pretty chilly, I see what you mean. Better than being cooked alive though, ammright?" Achromatic did finger-guns towards him, visibly sweating.

*Dear god, was he going to get crushed to death? This soldier..? Man! This man just crushed his LIT cigarette via his bare hands, and that is usually an indicator of anger, so oh boy. This was not good. Not like he was scared or anything though- He's not scared of some.. big dude who could... easily rip out his jugular veins...*

Achromatic was sweating bullets, and just staring at Sargent with wide eyes that were creased by a nervous smile.

Sergeant turns to look at him, his eyes fully visible and my god, they were beautiful but tired brown eyes. He looks annoyed, not at Achromatic but at the damn weather. He doesn't like the cold, not a single bit. (Lore drop: he froze to death before getting sent to TF2)

theachromaticspy

Achromatic just stared at him, now rubbing his gloved hands together. Swiftly, he turned on his heel, reaching into his suit. He pulled out a pack of cigarettes aswell as a lighter, flicking it open with his thumb. He laughed, the noise filled with nerves, though he was beginning to let his guard down, as he hasn't been attacked yet. Shaking his head slightly, he put a cigarette inbetween his lips and lit it. It's a miracle he's able to smoke without fucking dying.

"... What's your name?"

Sergeant asked, genuinely curious now. He's never seen a Spy this GREY before... I wouldn't blame him, I would've asked too

theachromaticspy

"Oh. It's Marcel. Marcel Durand." Achrome nodded, eyes flicking towards Sargent as he took a slow inhale.Smoke slowly danced from his lips as he exhaled, the tendrils curling away from him.

"You?" Achromatic inquired, quirking a slim eyebrow up (?) at him.

"The name's Marsón."

Sergeant said calmly, they almost had the same name pronunciation, how odd

theachromaticspy

"We have very similar names!" Achromatic grinned with a soft huff akin to a laugh. He seemed to be much more relaxed now, his shoulders resting. His baggy clothing slightly ruffled in the wind, making him grumble a little.

"... what's wrong?"

Sergeant asked, hearing Achromatic's grumble

theachromaticspy

"The wind messes up my clothes." Achromatic replied, eyes flicking over towards Sargent. The wind didn't actually mess up his clothes, moreso it messed up the 'illusion' or not being as skinny as he was.

"... you look fine."

Sergeant replied back, looking confused

theachromaticspy

>"Not fine." Achrome huffed, then schooled himself back to normal. His gloved hands held the bottom of his coat tight, as to not let the wind reveal how malnourished he seemed.

>"Am I allowed inside, or must we stay out here?" He inquired, squinting slightly at Sarg, very different from his usual deer-in-headlights expression.

"Sure... it's freezing out here anyway..."

Sergeant heads inside, holding the door for Achromatic as he patiently wait for him to come in

theachromaticspy

"Thank you," Achromatic immediately lightened when he got inside, away from the wind. He brushed out his coat and everything momentarily before putting out his joint. Now in a better mood, he looked around, taking in his surroundings. Achrome hasn't explored BLU base yet. It seemed to be atleast cleaner than RED base, he noticed. Sleek floors, concrete walls... the works.

"No problem..."

Sergeant nodded, closing the door as snow began to pour down, he frowned at it before relaxing as he looked back at Achromactic.

(OOC: can I have that template for the tf2 oc sheet? I can't find it anywhere 😓😓😓 also im super new to tumblr roleplay so im not sure if this is allowed or what so im sorry if its not💔💔)

Achromatic would peep out from behind some rubble, staring at the BLU. He was horrendously un-sneaky, so it was pretty obvious he was there. Achrome then ducked back beneath a large, rusting chunk of scrap metal, his knees popping as he did so.

// yeah sure:)

Sergeant glanced at the Spy and double takes, he doesn't look like a BLU or RED... at all to be exact but he doesn't mind Achromatic and turns away to smoke

theachromaticspy

(THANKS!!)

Achromatic clumsily attempted a roll, knocking over something glass. He immediately stood up, pursing his lips as he stared.

"Hello." Achromatic greeted, a little too far away to be heard properly.

Achromatic has a few twigs decorating his body now, and he was quite dusty from the half-assed roll. Quietly, he brushed himself off, a few billowing rolls of dust coming off of him.

"Greetings."

Sergeant said, his deep voice slightly tinted with a German voice toughened from years of training recruits in his prime,

he gently blew smoke in the direction he's facing. His eyes were shadowed because of his hat so it wasn't easy on what he's feeling at the moment

theachromaticspy

Achrome swung his arms a little, furrowing his brow, as if thinking, before he started walking over.

"So... hows the weather?"

Achromatic grinned oddly, the smile clearly nervous. He gave Sargent a thumbs up before letting it fall, watching the cigarette smoke, his gaze slowly going from.the cigarette to Sarg's face. Achrome squinted, trying to decipher his expression..

"Cold... decaying... I don't like it."

Sergeant crushed the cigarette with his sausage fingers, his hands were large. Could probably engulf Achromatic's skinny ones if he wanted to.

theachromaticspy

"Right. Right."

Achromatic nodded quickly, suddenly looking a tad spooked. He cleared his throat, composing himself.

"I mean, it is pretty chilly, I see what you mean. Better than being cooked alive though, ammright?" Achromatic did finger-guns towards him, visibly sweating.

*Dear god, was he going to get crushed to death? This soldier..? Man! This man just crushed his LIT cigarette via his bare hands, and that is usually an indicator of anger, so oh boy. This was not good. Not like he was scared or anything though- He's not scared of some.. big dude who could... easily rip out his jugular veins...*

Achromatic was sweating bullets, and just staring at Sargent with wide eyes that were creased by a nervous smile.

Sergeant turns to look at him, his eyes fully visible and my god, they were beautiful but tired brown eyes. He looks annoyed, not at Achromatic but at the damn weather. He doesn't like the cold, not a single bit. (Lore drop: he froze to death before getting sent to TF2)

theachromaticspy

Achromatic just stared at him, now rubbing his gloved hands together. Swiftly, he turned on his heel, reaching into his suit. He pulled out a pack of cigarettes aswell as a lighter, flicking it open with his thumb. He laughed, the noise filled with nerves, though he was beginning to let his guard down, as he hasn't been attacked yet. Shaking his head slightly, he put a cigarette inbetween his lips and lit it. It's a miracle he's able to smoke without fucking dying.

"... What's your name?"

Sergeant asked, genuinely curious now. He's never seen a Spy this GREY before... I wouldn't blame him, I would've asked too

theachromaticspy

"Oh. It's Marcel. Marcel Durand." Achrome nodded, eyes flicking towards Sargent as he took a slow inhale.Smoke slowly danced from his lips as he exhaled, the tendrils curling away from him.

"You?" Achromatic inquired, quirking a slim eyebrow up (?) at him.

"The name's Marsón."

Sergeant said calmly, they almost had the same name pronunciation, how odd

theachromaticspy

"We have very similar names!" Achromatic grinned with a soft huff akin to a laugh. He seemed to be much more relaxed now, his shoulders resting. His baggy clothing slightly ruffled in the wind, making him grumble a little.

"... what's wrong?"

Sergeant asked, hearing Achromatic's grumble

theachromaticspy

"The wind messes up my clothes." Achromatic replied, eyes flicking over towards Sargent. The wind didn't actually mess up his clothes, moreso it messed up the 'illusion' or not being as skinny as he was.

"... you look fine."

Sergeant replied back, looking confused

theachromaticspy

>"Not fine." Achrome huffed, then schooled himself back to normal. His gloved hands held the bottom of his coat tight, as to not let the wind reveal how malnourished he seemed.

>"Am I allowed inside, or must we stay out here?" He inquired, squinting slightly at Sarg, very different from his usual deer-in-headlights expression.

"Sure... it's freezing out here anyway..."

Sergeant heads inside, holding the door for Achromatic as he patiently wait for him to come in

#// sorry for replying 6 hours late #i was at school lol #// Spy but more skinnier lol

(OOC: can I have that template for the tf2 oc sheet? I can't find it anywhere 😓😓😓 also im super new to tumblr roleplay so im not sure if this is allowed or what so im sorry if its not💔💔)

Achromatic would peep out from behind some rubble, staring at the BLU. He was horrendously un-sneaky, so it was pretty obvious he was there. Achrome then ducked back beneath a large, rusting chunk of scrap metal, his knees popping as he did so.

// yeah sure:)

Sergeant glanced at the Spy and double takes, he doesn't look like a BLU or RED... at all to be exact but he doesn't mind Achromatic and turns away to smoke

theachromaticspy

(THANKS!!)

Achromatic clumsily attempted a roll, knocking over something glass. He immediately stood up, pursing his lips as he stared.

"Hello." Achromatic greeted, a little too far away to be heard properly.

Achromatic has a few twigs decorating his body now, and he was quite dusty from the half-assed roll. Quietly, he brushed himself off, a few billowing rolls of dust coming off of him.

"Greetings."

Sergeant said, his deep voice slightly tinted with a German voice toughened from years of training recruits in his prime,

he gently blew smoke in the direction he's facing. His eyes were shadowed because of his hat so it wasn't easy on what he's feeling at the moment

theachromaticspy

Achrome swung his arms a little, furrowing his brow, as if thinking, before he started walking over.

"So... hows the weather?"

Achromatic grinned oddly, the smile clearly nervous. He gave Sargent a thumbs up before letting it fall, watching the cigarette smoke, his gaze slowly going from.the cigarette to Sarg's face. Achrome squinted, trying to decipher his expression..

"Cold... decaying... I don't like it."

Sergeant crushed the cigarette with his sausage fingers, his hands were large. Could probably engulf Achromatic's skinny ones if he wanted to.

theachromaticspy

"Right. Right."

Achromatic nodded quickly, suddenly looking a tad spooked. He cleared his throat, composing himself.

"I mean, it is pretty chilly, I see what you mean. Better than being cooked alive though, ammright?" Achromatic did finger-guns towards him, visibly sweating.

*Dear god, was he going to get crushed to death? This soldier..? Man! This man just crushed his LIT cigarette via his bare hands, and that is usually an indicator of anger, so oh boy. This was not good. Not like he was scared or anything though- He's not scared of some.. big dude who could... easily rip out his jugular veins...*

Achromatic was sweating bullets, and just staring at Sargent with wide eyes that were creased by a nervous smile.

Sergeant turns to look at him, his eyes fully visible and my god, they were beautiful but tired brown eyes. He looks annoyed, not at Achromatic but at the damn weather. He doesn't like the cold, not a single bit. (Lore drop: he froze to death before getting sent to TF2)

theachromaticspy

Achromatic just stared at him, now rubbing his gloved hands together. Swiftly, he turned on his heel, reaching into his suit. He pulled out a pack of cigarettes aswell as a lighter, flicking it open with his thumb. He laughed, the noise filled with nerves, though he was beginning to let his guard down, as he hasn't been attacked yet. Shaking his head slightly, he put a cigarette inbetween his lips and lit it. It's a miracle he's able to smoke without fucking dying.

"... What's your name?"

Sergeant asked, genuinely curious now. He's never seen a Spy this GREY before... I wouldn't blame him, I would've asked too

theachromaticspy

"Oh. It's Marcel. Marcel Durand." Achrome nodded, eyes flicking towards Sargent as he took a slow inhale.Smoke slowly danced from his lips as he exhaled, the tendrils curling away from him.

"You?" Achromatic inquired, quirking a slim eyebrow up (?) at him.

"The name's Marsón."

Sergeant said calmly, they almost had the same name pronunciation, how odd

theachromaticspy

"We have very similar names!" Achromatic grinned with a soft huff akin to a laugh. He seemed to be much more relaxed now, his shoulders resting. His baggy clothing slightly ruffled in the wind, making him grumble a little.

"... what's wrong?"

Sergeant asked, hearing Achromatic's grumble

theachromaticspy

"The wind messes up my clothes." Achromatic replied, eyes flicking over towards Sargent. The wind didn't actually mess up his clothes, moreso it messed up the 'illusion' or not being as skinny as he was.

"... you look fine."

Sergeant replied back, looking confused

(OOC: can I have that template for the tf2 oc sheet? I can't find it anywhere 😓😓😓 also im super new to tumblr roleplay so im not sure if this is allowed or what so im sorry if its not💔💔)

Achromatic would peep out from behind some rubble, staring at the BLU. He was horrendously un-sneaky, so it was pretty obvious he was there. Achrome then ducked back beneath a large, rusting chunk of scrap metal, his knees popping as he did so.

// yeah sure:)

Sergeant glanced at the Spy and double takes, he doesn't look like a BLU or RED... at all to be exact but he doesn't mind Achromatic and turns away to smoke

theachromaticspy

(THANKS!!)

Achromatic clumsily attempted a roll, knocking over something glass. He immediately stood up, pursing his lips as he stared.

"Hello." Achromatic greeted, a little too far away to be heard properly.

Achromatic has a few twigs decorating his body now, and he was quite dusty from the half-assed roll. Quietly, he brushed himself off, a few billowing rolls of dust coming off of him.

"Greetings."

Sergeant said, his deep voice slightly tinted with a German voice toughened from years of training recruits in his prime,

he gently blew smoke in the direction he's facing. His eyes were shadowed because of his hat so it wasn't easy on what he's feeling at the moment

theachromaticspy

Achrome swung his arms a little, furrowing his brow, as if thinking, before he started walking over.

"So... hows the weather?"

Achromatic grinned oddly, the smile clearly nervous. He gave Sargent a thumbs up before letting it fall, watching the cigarette smoke, his gaze slowly going from.the cigarette to Sarg's face. Achrome squinted, trying to decipher his expression..

"Cold... decaying... I don't like it."

Sergeant crushed the cigarette with his sausage fingers, his hands were large. Could probably engulf Achromatic's skinny ones if he wanted to.

theachromaticspy

"Right. Right."

Achromatic nodded quickly, suddenly looking a tad spooked. He cleared his throat, composing himself.

"I mean, it is pretty chilly, I see what you mean. Better than being cooked alive though, ammright?" Achromatic did finger-guns towards him, visibly sweating.

*Dear god, was he going to get crushed to death? This soldier..? Man! This man just crushed his LIT cigarette via his bare hands, and that is usually an indicator of anger, so oh boy. This was not good. Not like he was scared or anything though- He's not scared of some.. big dude who could... easily rip out his jugular veins...*

Achromatic was sweating bullets, and just staring at Sargent with wide eyes that were creased by a nervous smile.

Sergeant turns to look at him, his eyes fully visible and my god, they were beautiful but tired brown eyes. He looks annoyed, not at Achromatic but at the damn weather. He doesn't like the cold, not a single bit. (Lore drop: he froze to death before getting sent to TF2)

theachromaticspy

Achromatic just stared at him, now rubbing his gloved hands together. Swiftly, he turned on his heel, reaching into his suit. He pulled out a pack of cigarettes aswell as a lighter, flicking it open with his thumb. He laughed, the noise filled with nerves, though he was beginning to let his guard down, as he hasn't been attacked yet. Shaking his head slightly, he put a cigarette inbetween his lips and lit it. It's a miracle he's able to smoke without fucking dying.

"... What's your name?"

Sergeant asked, genuinely curious now. He's never seen a Spy this GREY before... I wouldn't blame him, I would've asked too

theachromaticspy

"Oh. It's Marcel. Marcel Durand." Achrome nodded, eyes flicking towards Sargent as he took a slow inhale.Smoke slowly danced from his lips as he exhaled, the tendrils curling away from him.

"You?" Achromatic inquired, quirking a slim eyebrow up (?) at him.

"The name's Marsón."

Sergeant said calmly, they almost had the same name pronunciation, how odd

theachromaticspy

"We have very similar names!" Achromatic grinned with a soft huff akin to a laugh. He seemed to be much more relaxed now, his shoulders resting. His baggy clothing slightly ruffled in the wind, making him grumble a little.

"... what's wrong?"

Sergeant asked, hearing Achromatic's grumble

#// it's like 6:47 am for me rn #// I'm so sleepy #// on a school morning too

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// mod post again @theachromaticspy fanart:)

#ooc #mod post #ask blog #tf2 #tf2 au #tf2 blog #tf2 spy #Achromatic Spy

(OOC: can I have that template for the tf2 oc sheet? I can't find it anywhere 😓😓😓 also im super new to tumblr roleplay so im not sure if this is allowed or what so im sorry if its not💔💔)

Achromatic would peep out from behind some rubble, staring at the BLU. He was horrendously un-sneaky, so it was pretty obvious he was there. Achrome then ducked back beneath a large, rusting chunk of scrap metal, his knees popping as he did so.

// yeah sure:)

Sergeant glanced at the Spy and double takes, he doesn't look like a BLU or RED... at all to be exact but he doesn't mind Achromatic and turns away to smoke

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(THANKS!!)

Achromatic clumsily attempted a roll, knocking over something glass. He immediately stood up, pursing his lips as he stared.

"Hello." Achromatic greeted, a little too far away to be heard properly.

Achromatic has a few twigs decorating his body now, and he was quite dusty from the half-assed roll. Quietly, he brushed himself off, a few billowing rolls of dust coming off of him.

"Greetings."

Sergeant said, his deep voice slightly tinted with a German voice toughened from years of training recruits in his prime,

he gently blew smoke in the direction he's facing. His eyes were shadowed because of his hat so it wasn't easy on what he's feeling at the moment

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Achrome swung his arms a little, furrowing his brow, as if thinking, before he started walking over.

"So... hows the weather?"

Achromatic grinned oddly, the smile clearly nervous. He gave Sargent a thumbs up before letting it fall, watching the cigarette smoke, his gaze slowly going from.the cigarette to Sarg's face. Achrome squinted, trying to decipher his expression..

"Cold... decaying... I don't like it."

Sergeant crushed the cigarette with his sausage fingers, his hands were large. Could probably engulf Achromatic's skinny ones if he wanted to.

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"Right. Right."

Achromatic nodded quickly, suddenly looking a tad spooked. He cleared his throat, composing himself.

"I mean, it is pretty chilly, I see what you mean. Better than being cooked alive though, ammright?" Achromatic did finger-guns towards him, visibly sweating.

*Dear god, was he going to get crushed to death? This soldier..? Man! This man just crushed his LIT cigarette via his bare hands, and that is usually an indicator of anger, so oh boy. This was not good. Not like he was scared or anything though- He's not scared of some.. big dude who could... easily rip out his jugular veins...*

Achromatic was sweating bullets, and just staring at Sargent with wide eyes that were creased by a nervous smile.

Sergeant turns to look at him, his eyes fully visible and my god, they were beautiful but tired brown eyes. He looks annoyed, not at Achromatic but at the damn weather. He doesn't like the cold, not a single bit. (Lore drop: he froze to death before getting sent to TF2)

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Achromatic just stared at him, now rubbing his gloved hands together. Swiftly, he turned on his heel, reaching into his suit. He pulled out a pack of cigarettes aswell as a lighter, flicking it open with his thumb. He laughed, the noise filled with nerves, though he was beginning to let his guard down, as he hasn't been attacked yet. Shaking his head slightly, he put a cigarette inbetween his lips and lit it. It's a miracle he's able to smoke without fucking dying.

"... What's your name?"

Sergeant asked, genuinely curious now. He's never seen a Spy this GREY before... I wouldn't blame him, I would've asked too

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"Oh. It's Marcel. Marcel Durand." Achrome nodded, eyes flicking towards Sargent as he took a slow inhale.Smoke slowly danced from his lips as he exhaled, the tendrils curling away from him.

"You?" Achromatic inquired, quirking a slim eyebrow up (?) at him.

"The name's Marsón."

Sergeant said calmly, they almost had the same name pronunciation, how odd

#// you're good lolol

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