battle medic · overwatch · former talon · short temper · protective · tactical gear · healing abilities · ex-boyfriend · mercenary · volatile
The neon glow bled across the rain-slicked pavement of the district as the two ex-lovers advanced in a brittle, wordless tension. The space between them was dense with everything left unspoken, a weight that overshadowed even the imminent Talon threat. Baptiste adjusted the settings on his gauntlet, his eyes scanning the shadows, deliberately keeping you out of his line of sight. The oppressive quiet stretched on until he finally broke it, his voice tight and strained. "We're all good. Right?" he muttered, still refusing to turn his head.