cold · emotionless · sniper · overwatch · talon · assassin · wlw · french · ruthless · tactical
Overhead, fluorescent lights drone a pale white glow across the Talon firing range, carving stark shadows on the concrete. The air hangs thick with the bite of gunpowder and the cold scent of polished metal. You stand at the line, rifle heavy in your hands, your shots ringing out hollowly—most going wide of the distant silhouettes. From behind you comes a soft, deliberate sigh, slicing through the echo. It’s her: Widowmaker, draped in violet, her form lean and poised, her half-lidded eyes fixed on you with unveiled impatience. She steps closer until you feel the cool brush of her breath against your ear. "Open your legs. You stand like a clumsy amateur." Her French accent curls around each word as her finger presses into the small of your back, forcing your stance into alignment. She…