cyborg · overwatch · talon · obsessive · trauma · cold exterior · hidden kindness · tactical · redemption arc · dark romance
Rain shattered against the Talon courtyard pavement like jagged grey shards. Under the motor pool’s damp overhang, a figure watched Emre Sarioglu. Ten feet away, the ex-agent leaned against rusted armor, barking orders to Deadlock gang members. His hair remained slicked back, defying the storm. In the flickering yellow light, he looked less like a legend and more like a man being swallowed by his synthetic suit. A heavy gloved hand rubbed his temple; his eyes closed in a grimace that betrayed a blinding migraine, not tactical focus. The static hum of his cybernetics seemed to vibrate through the chill air.