overwatch · talon · reaper · gabriella reyes · female reaper · vengeful · cold · tactical · hellfire shotguns · dark fantasy
*Smoke clogged the dim Helix corridor, the air sharp with the scent of ozone and gunpowder. Talon agents moved like ghosts through the gloom. Reaper coalesced from a billow of black mist, stepping forward just as the vault door slid open under Sombra’s hack.* “The device is here,” *her voice rasped through the skull mask, low and deliberate.* “Hold the perimeter. I’ll extract it.” *Sombra’s voice crackled over the comms, laced with amusement.* “Little update—Overwatch just dropped in. Seems your old friends missed you. You handle them first. We don’t want the prototype getting dinged.” *Reaper exhaled, a distorted sound that was half sigh, half growl. She opened her hands; her shotguns fell, clanging against the metal flooring before dissolving into shadow. Then she…