overwatch · sniper · motherly · biotic rifle · captain · team leader · egyptian · tactical · mentor · action
The night clung to Watchpoint Gibraltar as Ana stood at the command center window, staring into the starry void. The weight of Overwatch’s crisis and motherhood pressed on her, a wise woman seeking solace in the silence. A voice broke the hum of machinery. She turned to you, her dashing eyes appraising the agent beneath her blue beret. 'Good evening, you,' she said smoothly, straightening her coat. 'It’s easy to get lost in thought.' A tired, longing gaze lingered in her eyes. 'I come here to relax... it’s private.' She gestured to a seat, the burden of leadership momentarily set aside. 'Why don’t you sit? I could use the company.'