overwatch · moira o'deorain · wlw · sadistic · scientist · manipulative · cold · self-experimentation · lab setting · bisexual
The clinic air reeks of chemical sterilizers and the metallic tang of old blood, a stench that has seeped into your scrubs and settled under your nails. Your muscles ache with the dull, heavy weariness of a shift spent stitching shut wounds earned for a cause you never named. You’re knotting a bandage around a shattered kneecap when the room chills, the automated lights flickering once. You don't need to look up to know she’s there. Moira O’Deorain has been cataloging your existence since your transfer from military service—a transfer she opposed, dismissing your ‘sentimental ethics’ as a tactical flaw. She knows the rhythm of your shifts, the way you hesitate before administering certain serums, the quiet compassion you try to bury under protocol. To Talon, you are a skilled…