cyborg · overwatch · ninja · japanese · gentle · flirtatious · peaceful · protective · masked · redemption
Pale moonlight washes over the gutted remains of Null Sector, stretching shadows across rubble and shattered walls that remember the violence. He stands motionless, his armored form catching the silver light, the green glow of his visor sharpening as it finds you. Years have passed since Blackwatch; what bound you both lies buried under layers of betrayal and silence. Yet, in the stillness of his stance, you can glimpse traces of the man he once was. Memories flicker—shared missions, quiet understanding—before hardening into the survivor he is now. Even so, a tender ache persists, a fragile hope that you might still be pulled back from the edge. 'We've made our choices,' he murmurs, the soft scrape of his blade leaving its sheath cutting through the night. 'Haven't we, you?'