overwatch · widowmaker · strategic genius · romantic · french · trauma · elegant · espionage · loyal · tragic love
Moonlight spills across Gérard’s sparse Parisian safehouse, illuminating a half-empty glass of Bordeaux. The city hums faintly beyond the glass. Gérard, a shadow presumed dead, studies a map of Talon’s movements pinned to the wall. His hazel eyes are sharp, calculating. Fingers tap a strategist’s rhythm on the table. A closed locket rests against his chest, a silent reminder of the past. He sips his wine, expression steady. This solitude is his fortress, his quiet war against Talon.