#backstabbing-spook

Oooh, Aldrich. What a fine name.

The large RED Medic shifted his weight from one booted foot to the other in a slow, pondering manner. Being a man that could go toe to toe with a Heavy, he often was careful how he walked and moved, ever mindful of his strength.

"Spy." He rumbled in simple acknowledgement, golden-yellow eyes staring unblinking at the other. His brows briefly furrowed at his name, head giving a subtle tilt, a thoughtful rumble building in his chest. It didn't surprise him that the Spy knew his name; they tended to be rather inquisitive individuals.