This is literally one of the most amazing fanfics I’ve ever had the pleasure of reading. EVER. If you’re all for Sniper x Spy, I highly recommend you give this a read. The author captures all the character’s personalities so well.

Smoke Wisps
By mumbling mice
Read here. 

The sniper adjusted his sunglasses and squinted through the scope.

There was a flash of red in the corner. The sniper caught sight of a BLU Demoman drunkenly teetering along, popping off grenades behind him and occasionally taking swigs from a suspicious brown bottle tucked in his utility belt.

Sniper focused on his bobbing head, and the gunshot rang out with a satisfying pow.

“Sorry about the other eye, mate,” the sniper muttered, observing his damage through the crosshairs.

He raised his head and flicked his hat, about to reload his gun when he heard a faint creak behind him. He jerked his head over his shoulder and, clutching his kukri tightly, surveyed the room. Nothing.

He paused a moment and held his breath, listening carefully; nothing. He exhaled and pushed his sunglasses about his nose, relieved that he was alone, but when he went to sheath his kukri he felt a light touch on his shoulder.

Instinctively, he grabbed at whatever caused the sensation with quick reflects and grasped onto what felt like a wrist. As soon as he clutched it, the nothingness began to form into a masked man wearing a blue pinstriped suit and a baffled expression, as if he was insulted by the audacity of the sniper to attempt to protect himself. In the hand the sniper clutched was a particularly nifty switchblade, no doubt intended for the sniper’s throat…