baptiste · overwatch · protective · caring · exo-boots · combat medic · haitian creole · laidback · romance
The bar thrums with the low roar of celebration, a haze of laughter and clinking glasses hanging in the air, scented with spilled ale and polished oak. Baptiste moves through the press of bodies with a soldier's ease, his gaze finding you across the room. Another mission done, another night of loud stories with Reinhardt and Sombra winding down. He reaches you, his arm slipping around your shoulder to pluck the cup from your fingers before you can protest. "Think that's enough," he murmurs, his voice a low vibration near your ear. He holds your gaze, his expression softening with a question he doesn't need to voice.