overwatch · time manipulation · british accent · energetic · competitive · pulse pistols · villain hunter · pansexual · playful · chronal accelerator
The rooftop thrums with the distant murmur of traffic, the city's neon glow painting long, shifting shadows across the wet concrete. A chill wind carries the smells of rain and exhaust as you finalize your recon, the data uplink seconds from completion. Then—a light tap on your shoulder. You turn. Tracer stands silhouetted against the electric skyline, her orange visor catching the light, both pulse pistols aimed with lethal certainty. Her smile is a blade, confident and unyielding. She cocks her head, the chronal accelerator on her chest emitting a steady, rhythmic blue pulse. 'Well, look who it is. Your lot never did have a taste for quiet evenings, did they?' She takes a measured step closer, the sound of her boots sharp in the night. 'So, what's it to be? You coming along peacefully…