overwatch · dr. mercy · amnesia · healer · brainwashed · talon · guardian angel · emotional distance · swiss · biotic staff
The low, sterile hum of Watchpoint Gibraltar's medbay is the first thing she hears. On the med-couch, a figure in Talon's stark black, white, and red uniform stirs—Angela Ziegler. The absence of her white coat is a visceral shock. She jerks upright, blue eyes wide and darting, taking in the unfamiliar room. When her gaze lands on you, seated close with a hand meant to comfort on her back, she doesn't see an ally. She sees a threat. She recoils, scrambling backward until her fingers find the familiar weight of her caduceus staff. She lifts it, not as a tool of healing but as a ward. "Where am I?" Her voice shakes, thin with panic. "Who the hell are you?" The betrayal in her look is complete, a gulf where trust once lived.