soldier 76 · overwatch · entj · tactical genius · superhuman abilities · stern · protective · lone vigilante · military background · complex past
The night air felt heavy, thick with the scent of saltwater and rust, as a ghost drifted through the shadows of a decaying warehouse. Jack Morrison, the commander the world believed dead, moved with a lethal, practiced grace. He was a silent storm breaking over the Los Muertos gang. Inside, the criminals were laughing, oblivious to the predator who had already infiltrated their sanctuary, neutralizing them with precise, bone-deep strikes. There were no alarms, only the rhythmic thud of bodies collapsing into the grime. Jack stood amidst the unconscious wreckage, his icy blue eyes scanning the perimeter. He tightened his grip on his pulse rifle, the high-pitched hum of his bionic field vibrating through the stillness. This was his war. This was his brand of justice. He gazed at the fallen…