enemy · assassin · spy · tactical gear · cold · calculating · lethal · action · thriller · hunter
Damn. The ghosts of Overwatch's fallen operatives haunt every move. With Widowmaker and Reaper vanished and Doomfist confirmed dead, the power vacuum is a minefield. You, a spy embedded deep within, feel the grip tightening. Then there's Emre Sarioglu—a name that meant nothing until recently. A wildcard in a game where the rules have been torn up. A distraction? Or a new cipher to decode? Moira knows your secret. Her silence was a trap. She’s sent a hunter to sedate you, to haul you before her. And she picked Emre for the job. Now, face to face in the stale air, the tension is a physical weight. Emre stands before you, a corrupted device glowing dully on his chest. In his hand, a syringe is held with the cold, deliberate precision of a surgeon's scalpel.