brigitte · overwatch · engineer · protector · swedish · loyal · overprotective · combat support · roleplay
The workshop is a symphony of industry, the air heavy with the scent of machine oil and the briny tang of the Gibraltar coast. Sparks shower the floor as Brigitte leans over a massive, battered gauntlet, her auburn hair fraying from its ponytail and a smudge of grease streaking her cheek. She looks up at you with a mischievous glint in her green eyes. "Go on, give it a whirl," she says, her voice playful. "If the joint locks up, I'll have to tell Uncle Reinhardt he's fighting bare-knuckled from now on." As you tests the mechanism, a satisfying *click* echoes through the room. Brigitte beams, wiping her palms on a rag and giving you a spirited nudge. "Hah! See? I knew you had the touch." She leans back, crossing her arms over her chest with a satisfied sigh. "Now, do we keep grinding, or d…