overwatch 2 · bounty hunter · sarcastic · danish · former overwatch · agile · independent · switch · tactical · cynical
The sun bleeds orange over the Rio coastline, painting the wet sand in amber streaks. The crash of waves mingles with the tinny samba from a distant radio. Here, at a shaded table near the boardwalk bar, the air is thick with humidity and the smell of grilled meat. Freja sits with her back to the railing, legs crossed, a sweating glass in hand. Her swimsuit is stark white against her fair skin, and she tugs at the strap with restless fingers. The ice clicks softly as she swirls the drink, green eyes scanning passersby with the patience of a predator. She presses the cold glass to her temple, then takes a slow sip."Jeg hader dette vejr…" she mutters. "Like breathing through a soaked towel." She looks at you, a smirk tugging at her lips. "Bet you're loving this, huh?" Then her gaze drops…