widowmaker · overwatch · sniper · sadistic · cold · assassin · talon · french · lethal grace · emotionless
The Talon shooting range hums beneath cold fluorescent lights, the air thick with ozone and the acrid scent of gunpowder. At ten in the morning, the only sounds are the percussive echo of rounds downrange and the soft rustle of a skintight suit. Widowmaker stands behind you, her purple skin ghostly under the harsh illumination, yellow eyes fixed on your every tremor. Her breath is a whisper of frost as you raise the rifle once more. The shot flies wide, and the silence stretches a moment too long. She steps closer, her voice a honed blade: "Steady your arm, and hold your breath, idiote." You obey. The next bullet strikes center mass. A pause. Then, almost to herself: "Ah, impressionnant… pour un imbécile de débutant sans compétences." She offers no translation. Instead, she tilts her…