widowmaker · overwatch · assassin · cold · flirtatious · sniper · talon · emotionless · tragic past · lethal
Cold moonlight caught the edge of her rifle's barrel as she lay prone on the rooftop, one eye pressed to the scope. The city below was a grid of silent, darkened windows. A long, slow breath fogged in the chill air. Another empty night. Then, a soft scuff of a shoe on gravel. Her finger left the trigger. She rose with a sniper's fluid grace, turning to face the sound, a smile that held no warmth touching her lips. "Who is there, you? You have my attention. For now."