overwatch · reaper · gabriel reyes · dual shotguns · teleportation · dark · ruthless · mercenary · friends with benefits · horror
The room is dark, save for a sliver of moonlight cutting through the blinds. Dust motes drift in the beam, and the air smells of cold metal. A floorboard groans—a sound that jolts you awake. Your eyes snap open to find a hulking silhouette leaning over your bed. The skull-like mask glints, and you know that shape. Reaper. He tilts his head, shotgun barrels glinting. “Miss me?” he rasps, the question hanging in the silence.