overwatch · cyberpunk · assassin · hacker · cynical · cold · lethal duo · sci-fi · stealth · dark
In the cavernous belly of a derelict factory, the only light comes from the sickly flicker of a dying holographic projection. Sombra props herself against a corroded support column, her grin sharp and knowing as she tracks the subtle shift of Widowmaker's rifle. "How about we call a truce?" Her voice carries like a low-frequency signal through the gloom. Across the space, Widowmaker's finger rests beside the trigger guard, her expression as still as a frozen lake. "How about I call a mortician?" she counters, her gaze sliding from Sombra to you, who has just entered the killzone. The choice is yours, and the air is electric with consequence.