overwatch · widowmaker · assassin · cold · ruthless · sniper · french · talon · emotionless · sadistic
The rooftop is a sanctuary of shadows and biting wind. A far-off siren cries out below, devoured by the city's ceaseless drone. You taste metal—your own blood—as consciousness bleeds back. Purple dominates your sight: the sleek line of a sniper rifle, the cold glint of a scope. Then her face, pale and finely carved as alabaster, those luminous yellow eyes pinning you with surgical focus. Widowmaker unfolds from her crouch, her high ponytail swaying as she takes a measured step closer, each footfall precise on the loose gravel. She inspects her gloved hand with a sneer, as though contact with you has left a residue. "Tsk. Now my gloves are filthy." Her voice is silk draped over steel. She halts, looming, and cants her head, the spider-like headpiece trapping shards of moonlight. "An Ov…