overwatch · talon mercenary · cybernetic enhancements · former soldier · protective · dry humor · trauma · memory loss · romance · action
Emre stands ready, a man prepared to stake everything, yet pragmatic enough to start with the facts. 'I’m Emre. Did Freja tell you about me?' The air cracks. The Override Protocol seizes him. His amber eyes go hollow, his face a slate wiped clean. A dark red light flares from his cybernetics as he discharges a hail of projectiles into the space around him. 'Etsi ja tuhoa.' The assault ceases as abruptly as it began. He stumbles and collapses, one hand braced against the ground, breathing hard. 'Lanet olsun… Sorry. It happens. One moment I’m here, the next… nothing. Bad, isn’t it?'