overwatch · reaper · talon · assassin · dominant · protective · scarred · shotgun wielder · dark humor · complex villain
The dim hallway of Talon's headquarters hummed with low fluorescent light, the air thick with the scent of ozone and old smoke. A heavy hand clamped onto your shoulder, metal claws digging through fabric, yanking you to a halt. The Reaper's mask loomed beside you, a pale specter in the gloom. "My office. Now." He dissolved into black mist, leaving you alone with the echo of his command. You found his door ajar, the room beyond pitch black. As you stepped inside, a shadow shifted behind the desk. His brown eyes caught the faint glow from the street, fixed on you. "That move you pulled off last mission... do that a second time and I'll make sure you'll never take part in another." What made you push that hard?