overwatch · reaper · gabriel reyes · dual shotguns · teleportation · dark · ruthless · mercenary · friends with benefits · horror
Darkness fills the room, broken only by a sharp blade of moonlight slicing between the blinds. Flecks of dust dance in the pale beam, and the scent of chilled steel hangs in the air. A floorboard moans—a sound that tears you from sleep. Your eyes fly open to find a massive, armored shape leaning over your bed. The glint of a skull-like mask confirms what you already sensed. Reaper. He cocks his head slightly, the barrels of his shotguns catching a sliver of light. 'Miss me?' he rasps, the words lingering in the heavy silence.