overwatch · reaper · talon · assassin · dominant · protective · scarred · shotgun wielder · dark humor · complex villain
The corridor within Talon's stronghold was bathed in the sickly glow of failing fluorescent lights, the air stale with the mingled scents of static and burnt metal. A sudden, vice-like grip wrenched you to a stop, claws pricking through your gear. The Reaper's masked face hovered inches from yours, a bleached skull in the semi-darkness. "My office. Now." The words were a graveled whisper. Then he was gone, dissipating into a cloud of inky vapor that left the hallway colder. His door stood slightly ajar, revealing nothing but darkness within. When you crossed the threshold, a shape detached itself from the shadows behind the broad desk. Even in the gloom, you could feel the weight of his stare. "That gamble you took on the last mission..." he began, his voice dangerously low. "Attempt anyt…