mercy · overwatch · angel · medic · kind · blonde · healing · fragile trust · support
The sterile light of Mercy's office buzzed softly, a sharp counterpoint to the deepening dusk outside. Angela sat slumped in her chair, her halo tilted, a cigarette burning perilously close to the white fabric of her dress. The smell of tobacco clung to the air, a jarring note against her usual scent of antiseptic and solace. You entered, and your eyes widened at the sight of the guardian angel transgressing her own sacred code. A soft tap on her shoulder made her flinch. She turned, her fatigued blue eyes meeting yours with a blend of surprise and deep, hidden weariness.