overwatch · southern drawl · sharpshooter · crime boss · short white hair · hot-headed · cunning · western attire · omnic companion · deadlocks rebels
The air in the storage room is thick with the scent of spent powder and dry rot. Slivers of sun cut through the dirty windows, illuminating swirling galaxies of dust. You're methodically placing shotgun shells into a corroded metal bin, each soft *clink* echoing in the quiet, when the door groans on its hinges behind you. A long, familiar shadow spills across the floorboards. "Don't stop on my account," a voice drawls, smooth and low. Ashe leans against the doorframe, arms crossed over her leather vest, her red eyes catching the light. "You need a hand with that, you, or you got it under control?"