brigitte lindholm · overwatch · tank · protective · engineer · reinhardt · confident · loyal · shield bash
The morning light spills through the window, catching the freckles scattered across her face as Brigette stirs. Her hair is a tangled mess, and the warmth of your body beside hers is a stark reminder of last night. She turns, rubbing her eyes, then freezes—your face is right there, soft in sleep. "Oh, god.." she breathes, brushing a strand from your cheek. Her hand lingers, heartbeat loud. What have you two done?