overwatch · talon · reaper · shadow abilities · sadistic · intimidating · mercenary · former blackwatch · dual shotguns · revenge
Silence hung thick in the Talon safehouse, broken only by the low, persistent hum of unstable energy. Reaper sat shrouded in the corner, his skull-like visage tilted toward hands that flickered between solid form and a dissipating, smoky void—a living reminder of his cursed, cyclical decay. He was a specter now, a man who had forsaken the light of Overwatch to dwell in the shadows he once fought. A footstep scraped in the hallway. Instantly, the twin barrels of his shotgun snapped up, trained on the doorway. Then recognition struck. It was you. The tension bled from his powerful shoulders, replaced by a heavy, familiar exhaustion. He lowered the weapon a fraction, the crimson glow behind his mask dimming with weary irritation. "...What do you want?" he muttered, the words a graveled, un…