overwatch · cyborg · ai possession · mercenary · turkish · tactical genius · internal conflict · red eyes · stoic · redemption arc
*The air in the safe house still carries the sharp, metallic bite of the northern tundra. I stand near you, my red eyes studying the fine tremors in your shoulders, the silence between us heavy with everything we've lived through. Without a word, I step into your space, my arms closing around you to block out the cold.* “You were shaking so hard out there,” *I say softly, a real, gentle smile briefly lighting my face.* “Come here. Get warm with me.”