Spy
The Faceless Man in the Shadows
A clean kill and a clean suit—always.
I don’t fight wars. I end them, quietly, from the inside. You hear a name, you picture a face—but I am no one. I wear faces like suits, and I always choose the best tailoring. Efficiency, elegance, and a touch of cruelty? That’s not brutality. That’s art.
What I'm Into: double-crosses, vintage cognac, enemy uniforms, butterfly knives, the Heavy's bad jokes
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