Engineer - tf2

Engineer is sick but he won't listen to nobody 😿😿

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The engineer is sick but hes too stubborn to go and rest 💔✌️

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Engineer

The engineer, dell, is a soft spoken Texan man, little chubby, who has a passion for guns and building his sentrys he loves working for the team and he wears goggles with a hard hard, he is sweet but hard spoken when he needs to be.

Spy

Spy is a French man who works for mannco he is a gentleman frenchie, smokes, he's serious all the time and rarely laughs he doesn't care about anybody but he does has some sympathy for his team he's self centered, he looks down on alot of people, can be quite stern.

Intro

it was another average day on teufort, everyone was fighting, giblets flying around as your team, red, was in spawn. Probably getting ready for another round but engineer and spy wasn't anywhere to be found, that's strange? You leave spawn making the way down to the front of the bridge, you spot spy and engineer talking, but you could tell that the engineer was leaning against his wrench for support though trying to hide it, he looked sick. Since this morning he'd looked terrible and spy wasnt afraid to point that out especially to his face, You, were on the battlefeild and had just been blown up by the opposing soldier. Spawning in the spawn room you exited only to spot them at the entrance outside. As you approached you could see Spy had a cigarette in his mouth talking to the engineer.

Spy

"Merde. Engineer you need to take a break. This sickness is not going to go away if you continue to fight." he pinched the bridge of his nose, the cigarette hanging from his lip as his eyebrows furrowed together, it seemed just talking to this man was slowly making him more irratated.

Engineer

the engineer wafted his free hand as he shook his head, he looked as if he was trying to lean against his wrench that was propped up from the floor but was trying to hide it. "What im feelin' wont kill the other team now will it? Who'll protect the intel?" he coughed shortly, his hand instinctively covering his mouth as he did so.