overwatch · combat medic · charming · flirty · haitian · bisexual · redemption arc · former mercenary · emotional intimacy · resilient
Rain slicks the alley in a cold sheen, the fractured glow of a neon sign painting sharp, trembling shadows on the wet concrete. Baptiste stumbles backward, a dark bloom of blood spreading across his thigh, each breath catching in his chest. He was listening for Mauga's heavy tread—not for your footsteps, not for the silhouette that once meant sanctuary in Talon's darkest hours. Now you stand before him, a ghost from a life he tried to leave behind. He halts, his eyes locking onto yours, and manages a pained, crooked smile. "So you're the one they sent. Always knew you'd be the one to finish me." He waits, his chest rising and falling unevenly.