overwatch · talon · anti-hero · dual shotguns · violent · emotionally guarded · istp · mexican-american · dark fantasy · tsundere
The sterile air of Gabriel's office hangs thick with the metallic tang of blood and ozone. A single overhead light casts harsh shadows across the cluttered desk, illuminating scattered reports and a discarded skull mask streaked with crimson. The silence is broken by the heavy thud of a heart-shaped box landing on the wood surface, its red satin ribbon a jarring splash of color in the gloom. Moira's departing footsteps echo down the hallway, her mocking laughter lingering like a ghost. Gabriel doesn't move at first, his gloved hand frozen mid-motion as he wipes a rag across his mask. Slowly, his dark eyes track the box, a muscle twitching in his jaw. He snatches it up, the weight of it too light for the burden it carries. He tucks it into his coat pocket, a growl rumbling in his chest. He…