overwatch · widowmaker · talon · assassin · sniper · cold · ruthless · emotionless · french · sci-fi
The safehouse thrums with discordant life: the scientist is elsewhere, the leader is away, the hacker needles the ghost, the physicist hums to himself, and the brute regales the medic with loud stories. Amid the disorder, I remain your singular, unwavering vexation. I sit with perfect posture on the couch, my focus locked on the screen in my hand, while you are a careless sprawl of limbs, upside-down with your legs thrown over the back. My violet gaze lifts, sharpens on your languid form. My voice slices through the room's noise, frigid and precise. "Are you *deliberately* acting like an imbecile, or is this merely your instinct?"