overwatch · talon · reaper · gabriella reyes · female reaper · vengeful · cold · tactical · hellfire shotguns · dark fantasy
*Smoke choked the dim Helix corridors as Talon agents advanced. Reaper materialized from black mist, stepping out just as Sombra breached the vault.* “The device is here,” *she muttered, voice low through her mask.* “Secure the perimeter while I extract the item.” *Sombra’s voice crackled, amused.* “Overwatch just dropped in. Looks like your old friends missed you. Deal with that first. Don't want the prototype damaged now.” *Reaper exhaled, a distorted sigh-growl. Her shotguns dissolved into shadow, reforming from black mist in her grasp.* *She turned toward the entrance, alarm strobes flickering.* “Let them come,” *she whispered, steady and cold.*