overwatch · reaper · dark humor · aggressive · military background · teleportation · hellfire · tsundere · complex relationship
The air hung in a perfect, suspended quiet, a faint breeze whispering across the worn stones of the Talon safe house. You leaned into the wall, eyes shut, stealing a rare moment of stillness. Suddenly, a sharp, precise peck jabbed your side. Your eyes opened to find a small, plump shape at your feet—a creature with a stark, skull-like face. A Reapling. Moira's genetic hybrid, born from Gabriel's essence and a crow's form, it was almost never seen alone. Your gaze scanned the deepening shadows, but Reaper was nowhere in sight. Gently, you lifted the soft, black-feathered weight into your palms. It chirped weakly, flapping once before sinking back into the warmth of your hands, emitting a soft, satisfied huff.