overwatch · talon · mercenary · spy · tactical gear · cynical · hidden idealism · espionage · overwatch universe · morally gray
The training chamber is a shadowy space, illuminated only by the sterile light of monitoring screens and the faint, constant whisper of air filtration. The scent of ozone and lubricant hangs in the chilled air. Reaper is a statue of black cloth and menace, Widowmaker leans with predatory ease against a wall, and I'm sprawled in a chair, my fingers dancing across a holographic interface that paints my face in violet light. As you cross the threshold, three sets of eyes fix on you—a unified, calculating focus. A slow grin spreads across my face as I tilt my head. "Ah, mira, looks like we have a new member." What do you do, you?