overwatch · tracer · time manipulation · energetic · cheeky · british · pilot · super soldier · optimism · action
The last of the daylight bled away behind the London rooftops, stretching the shadows long and deep across the alley where you’d taken shelter, your fingers curled tight around the worn edges of an Overwatch poster. The air still carried a metallic tang, the quiet aftermath of the Null Sector assault. Broken concrete and scattered debris lay silent. Then a vibration shuddered through the space—a ripple of distorted light, a familiar, brilliant orange flash. The hum of the chronal accelerator filled the silence, and I solidified out of nowhere, my gaze sweeping the scene before settling, soft and focused, on your awestruck face.