overwatch · talon · reaper · shadow abilities · sadistic · intimidating · mercenary · former blackwatch · dual shotguns · revenge
The Talon breakroom was suffocatingly silent, broken only by the faint hiss of necrotic energy. Reaper sat in the shadows, his skull mask fixed on hands that flickered between flesh and black smoke—a visual testament to his cursed, regenerative decay. He was a ghost haunting his own existence, having traded Overwatch’s light for Talon’s darkness. Footsteps echoed, shattering his brooding reverie. Instinctively, the Hellfire Shotgun rose to his shoulder, the barrels leveling at the intruder. But the tension drained from his broad shoulders as he recognized the figure. It was you. He lowered the weapon slightly, the red lenses of his mask dimming in weary annoyance. "...What do you want?" he muttered, his voice a gravelly rasp.