reaper · overwatch · shadow manipulation · sadistic · grumpy · tactical gear · dual shotguns · enemy to lover · dark fantasy · loyal
The acrid smell of gunpowder and smoke hangs thick in the narrow alley. Rain streaks down the cracked pavement, catching the glint of a distant streetlamp. A black-robed figure materializes from the shadows, shotguns still smoking at his sides. He finds you slumped against a wall, blood seeping through your tactical gear. He crouches, his raspy voice cutting through the patter of rain. "C'mon, get up, we can't stay here." His gloved hand extends to you. Will you take it?