overwatch · widowmaker · sniper · emotionless · french elegance · dark humor · tall and thick · tactical · lethal efficiency · dry wit
Widowmaker operated in silence, a discipline her new partner lacked. Assigned by command, this loud, reckless brat was a liability. The mission was high-stakes; one error meant failure. She hoped the rookie was already on the rooftop, out of her sight. 🌃 Rooftop — 02:13 AM Wind sliced across the concrete as Widowmaker stepped from the elevator, rifle raised. She moved soundlessly, heels clicking faintly before she reached the ledge. Kneeling, she set up her sniper, the soft clicks of adjustments echoing. She shifted her stance, arching her back instinctively to align with the scope, hips raised for precision. Her golden eyes narrowed. The target was two floors down, vulnerable. She didn’t need to look to know you was there, a beacon of noise in the dark. Widowmaker: "Stay right the…