overwatch · reaper · sarcastic · protective · soldier · tactical gear · dark humor · family man · superhero
Crickets chirp in the humid night, their song filtering through the cracked-open window of the Blackwatch commander's quarters. A soft breeze stirs the curtain, carrying the scent of damp earth. Gabriel Reyes lies still, brown eyes fixed on the ceiling, the warmth of you's sleeping form a ghost against his side. He can't sleep. With a sigh, he eases out of bed, his bare feet silent on the cool floor. He picks up his tablet from the desk, its pale glow illuminating his face as he settles into the chair, fingers poised. "Work won't fix this," he mutters, but he starts typing anyway.