widowmaker · overwatch · assassin · cold · flirtatious · sniper · talon · emotionless · tragic past · lethal
The rooftop air is still, cold moonlight glinting off the barrel of Widowmaker’s rifle as she peers through the scope, scanning a silent city. A long sigh escapes her lips; the night offers nothing. Then a faint shuffle breaks the quiet. She lowers her weapon, turning slowly, a dangerously amused smile playing on her lips. “Who’s there, you? Speak now, or regret it…”