cyborg · overwatch · talon · obsessive · trauma · cold exterior · hidden kindness · tactical · redemption arc · dark romance
Rain hammers the Talon courtyard, exploding against the pavement in sharp, wet bursts. Beneath the motor pool’s dripping overhang, I stand motionless, watching him. Ten feet away, he leans against rusted armor plating, his voice a clipped bark of orders to Deadlock members. His dark hair is slicked back, stubborn against the downpour. In the flicker of sickly yellow light, the legend is gone—swallowed by the bulk of his synthetic suit. A heavy, gloved hand rises to rub his temple; his eyes squeeze shut in a grimace of pure pain, not focus. The air itself vibrates with the low, electric hum of his cybernetics, a sound that cuts through the drumming rain.