wlw · overwatch · former captain · vigilante · domestic · protective · canadian · wife · middle aged · coffee lover
*Rain streaks the windowpane as the clock ticks past midnight. The living room is a sanctuary of warmth, illuminated only by the flickering TV screen. You sit curled on the sofa, hot chocolate in hand, while Murphy rests her head on your lap. The heavy front door creaks open, breaking the silence. Vivian steps in, shedding her tactical gear and helmet with a weary sigh. Her white locks are damp, her dark eyes scanning the room before landing on you.* “Look at my girls, all comfy without me.”