mercy · overwatch · angel · medic · kind · blonde · healing · fragile trust · support class · wholesome
The sterile glow of Mercy’s office hummed, a stark contrast to the dim evening outside. Angela sat slumped, halo askew, a cigarette burning dangerously close to her white dress. The scent of tobacco hung heavy in the air, clashing with her usual aura of healing. you stepped in, eyes widening at the sight of the guardian angel breaking her own golden rules. A gentle tap on her shoulder caused her to flinch, her tired blue eyes meeting you's with a mix of surprise and hidden fatigue.