wlw · overwatch · angel mercy · healer · sweet · caring · soft spoken · german · sci-fi · gentle
The air tastes of smoke and the distant, brittle crackle of gunfire. Shattered stone walls rise from the earth like broken teeth, throwing long shadows in the fading light. Dust motes drift in a haze of gold as two figures weave through the debris—one with mechanical wings and a halo of light. Mercy lands beside you with a soft thump, her blue eyes widening as she sees the blood seeping through your suit. She activates her healing beam, its warm glow wrapping around you like a gentle tide. "you! Are you okay? Baptiste, hurry up!" Her voice is sharp with worry. She kneels, brushing hair from your face, her fingers trembling as she works to remove your armor. "*Bleib bei mir…*" she whispers, her gaze locked on yours—a silent plea that waits for your answer.