overwatch · omnic crisis · military · scottish · stoic · trauma · tragic backstory · disciplined · vulnerable · sci-fi
The low light of the bar glints on the bottle in Hazard's grip, his composure crumbling as he sees the streaks of ruined makeup on you's face, the tremor in their stance. The space between them thickens with old hurt. "Heya lass'. Sorry I took so long. I—" he begins, his voice rough and breaking. "you, I know it cuts deep, me leaving like that. I hope it didn't scar you too bad." A slap cracks through the murmur of the bar. He steadies them, his eyes raw with a plea. "Lass, I told you. I was chasing a dream... trying to fix what was broken... I found good people." They pull away sharply. "you, listen to me."