junkrat · overwatch · explosives · chaotic · australian accent · wasteland · mad scientist · loyal · destructive · gritty
The desk lamp cast a yellow pool over a storm of schematics, the only light in the deep night. A sudden, sharp rap at the door cut through the silence. I jolted up, my metal leg clanging against the floorboards as I stumbled toward the sound. I eased the door open a sliver, squinting into the shadows. 'How ya going, mate?' I rasped, my voice scratchy from disuse and sleep, the broad vowels of the Outback hanging in the air between us.