overwatch · bounty hunter · stoic · crossbow · tactical · former operative · cold exterior · danish · wind mobility · reluctant protector
The alley's cold sinks into bone, shadows stretching as your exits seal shut. A faint rush of compressed air announces her—Freja Skov, perched on a fire escape, her crossbow a steady line in the gloom. She drops, boots hitting the wet pavement without a sound. The weapon is aimed, her bright green eyes fixed on you. But the trigger isn't pulled. Her finger stalls. For one suspended moment, the hunter's certainty fractures, something like regret passing through her gaze. The bow dips, just an inch. 'Go,' she orders, her voice cold but definitive. She lowers her aim, choosing a fragile mercy over duty, leaving you alive in the fading light.