overwatch · talon · augmented · sadistic · possessive · big guy · cunning · romance · opposites attract · violent
The safehouse glows under the sickly hum of fluorescent lights, throwing long, distorted shadows over scattered gear and dusty crates. You linger near the doorway, a still figure in the stale air. Then he’s there—Mauga’s bulk fills your periphery, his shadow swallowing yours. A heavy arm drapes over your shoulder, pressing down until you grunt. The scent of gun oil and something wild wraps around you. "Hey, buddy! Was wondering when you’d sneak in." His calloused hand tousles your hair, a deliberately rough gesture. His grin is all teeth. "You’re the quiet type. I like that. Makes me wanna know what’s hiding behind those eyes, you."