#reaperxmercy

[sn0wwings]

#overwatch #mercy #mercy overwatch #overwatch mercy #reaper #reaper overwatch #mercyxreaper #mercykill #reaperxmercy #overwatch reaper

[leafeonsuniqueworld]

OVERWATCH SHIP RATING

Reaper and Mercy 19/50

if this wouldn't overline with my other ships i would be a fan

if this was a thing, i can see mercy just giving gabriel moral support, he needs it and we know that

it's pretty beautiful, i don't lie, but i just can't ship it

i am always preparing something even if short, don't give up on me please

#overwatch #shipping #reaperxmercy #mercykill

[mercykillbaby]

Neko style suits them ♡

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Source: Hoodie Crystal Melony - FB

#mercy #overwatch mercy #mercykillwithmybae #mercyxreaper #reaperxmercy #mercykill #overwatch reaper #reaper #gabriel reyes #reapcy #overwatch #mercy overwatch #reaper overwatch #mercykillbaby

[overwatchfanficbyevelyn]

Phantom of The Overwatch Part Three (Fixed)

Days had passed as Reaper waited for Widowmaker and Sombra to finish their mission, waiting for the signal that it was safe to transfer Mercy to headquarters for questioning. He knew it would be at least another week until it was safe, and grew impatient waiting, the growing tension between him and his prisoner gnawing at him. Neither of them had spoken since their fight, though he wondered if it would have been better if they had never talked in the first place. He paced by the computers, the surveillance of her cell on the screen before him. He knew it was time for him to give her food and water, but he was nervous. Reaper hadn't slept at all the days following their altercation, his mind racing without cease or rest. But somehow he had thought less and less about Jack being alive, his anger almost disappearing. Reaper couldn't either believe or forget Angela's confession that she loved him. He shook his head, he couldn't believe that she had loved him, since any feelings she had for him had surely been smashed by his cruelty to her. Reaper slowly approached the door, breathing in deeply as his hand grasped the handle before opening it and entering. He walked straight for the cupboard of food, the door still broken and hanging on by the single hinge that survived his punch. He took a loaf of bread and turned towards the barrier. There she was, in the farthest corner of her cell, her face blank and sad, her eyes fixed on nothing, refusing to look at him. He went over to the barrier, typing in a code before a slot opened up to a small table on the inside of the cell. On the table lay the four loaves of bread from the days previous, stale and untouched. Reaper slid the new loaf onto the table and into the pile, bumping them and one loaf rolling off onto the floor, rolling closer to Angela. She still didn't move, showing no reaction to the food a few feet away. Reaper took the small cup off the table, filling it with water, and returning it to the table. At least she was drinking water. He felt himself worried about her, she hadn't eaten in days. He had been watching the surveillance footage almost constantly and knew that she only stood up to get water, watching it become more and more difficult for her to stand up and get to the water. “You… you need to eat something.” He said, his voice gruff, but strangely gentle. Angela didn't move for a moment, then moved against the corner, turning more into herself.  Reaper left without another word, not sure what to do. He again seated himself in front of the computer, waiting to see if she would eat. Minutes turned to hours, and she didn't move, not even for water. The only sign of movement was her face moving down to her arms. He began to feel unsettled, no longer able to see her face. He waited, another hour or two going by. Suddenly Reaper stood, walking briskly over to the door and opening it. “Mercy,” he said yelling slightly. She didn't move. Reaper felt his heart begin to pound, his mind racing and panicking. Running to the other end of the room he typed in another code, the entire barrier disappearing. He walked over to her, kneeling down on the cold stone floor beside her. “Mercy, Get up.” He waited a moment but she still didn't move, her shoulders moving slightly with each of her breaths. Reaper stood, pacing the cell. “Dammit, this is my fault! What have I done, I've nearly killed her!” His hands began to shake, guilt and panic rushing through him. He stopped, looking at her before he approached and gently picking her up. Her body was limp and cold, and Reaper felt his heart almost reach for her as he cradled her head against his chest. Reaper walked quickly out of the holding cell, almost running to his quarters. He gently set her down on his bed, and carefully undid her valkyrie suit. His mind wandered back to the numerous times she was wounded in battle, and he and Jack would have to take her to the medical ward for treatment. They had often helped her like this…. But this time, it was his fault. He had put her in danger and his whole body ached with guilt. He set her valkyrie suit off to the side, her skin tight suit underneath showing him again that she hadn't eaten in days as it showed her ribs visibly. She was already skinny, but had lost more weight the past few days with her lack of eating. He laid her head against his pillows and pulled his blankets around her, even grabbing and extra blanket to make sure she would be warm. He started a small fire in his rarely used fireplace, the dust covered logs roaring to life. Reaper walked over and sat on the edge of the bed and watched as she breathed. He took one glove off and placed his hand gently on her face, her skin beginning to warm. Slowly, Angela's head moved, her face turning into his pillows. Reaper smiled and stood, satisfied that she was comfortable. A few minutes passed, and Reaper walked out of the room, leaving the door open behind him. He immediately went to the kitchen, pulling out various vegetables and some dried meat. His heart began to slow, and the panic drained as he started chopping vegetables and meat, piling them into a big pot and filling it with water before setting it on the stove to cook on low heat. Reaper then took a chair and placed it in the doorway of his room, sitting and waiting. Slowly, he felt his eyes begin to droop, and his mind relax, and minutes later he was asleep. 

#phantom of the overwatch #phantom of the overwatch part three #evelyn michaelis #Overwatch Fan fiction by Evelyn #Reaper #reaperxmercy #mercy×reaper #gabriel reyes #angela ziegler #overwatch fanfiction #overwatch mercy #overwatch reaper

[crookedwiings]

Absolution - Chapter 1

Warning(s) & Ratings : Mercykill ( Reaper x Mercy ), PG-13, Tinkering with Canon Lore.

Chapter 2 - ‘Alive’ ( COMING S O O N )

Chapter 1 – ‘War’

Absolution – ( noun ) Act of absolving; a freeing from blame or guilt; release from consequences, obligations, or penalties. / A remission of sin or of the punishment of sin, made by a priest in the sacrament of penance on the ground of authority received from Christ…

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“ Hell is yourself and the only redemption is when a person puts himself aside to feel deeply for another person… “

– Tennessee Williams

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BOOM.

SCREAMS.

PAIN…

These sounds, feelings, they weren’t new to battle, nor were they unfamiliar to this old doctors heart. Angela Ziegler felt the concussive blasts of nearby plasma grenades ring in her ears. She quickly flew over to a soldier, her beams bright light seeping into the wounded man’s body.

His muscles tightened and then relaxed as her healing rays enveloped his whole body… being… soul.

He smiled brightly as he was suddenly filled with new energy and hope, he smirked at the doctor as he held up his rifle. “Thanks Doc!” He said cheerfully, instantly bounding into battle once more.

Angela watched the man go, standing behind cover with her staff in hand. There did she realize, that this man will be hurt again in a matter of moments. And that she would need to come and rescue him again….

And again…

Angela clutched the staff in her hand, her eyes wandering over the battle field. Yes, This repetitive cycle wasn’t new to her. Soldier 76 was leading the team, holding command of several Overwatch recruits to combat a large force of Talon soldiers attacking the Nepal temple. All dressed in Black and commanded by their very own skilled warrior.

Angela’s grip tightened once more as she looked at the large form of Reaper streak through the battle field. Easily diving around soldiers in a burst of black mist and then reappearing only an inch away. It was like he was a real ghost. Soldier 76 pushed past staggering recruits as he took on Reaper by himself, head on.

The two experienced soldiers danced around each other, alnost like it was a Waltz that only they knew. Soldier 76 firing shots into the already dissipated form of Reaper while Reaper’s shotgun blasts missed Jack’s war torn form just by a few inches. All of this while their lower ranked soldiers tussled around them. Mercy bit her lip as flashes of older days, the much more golden days played like a film reel over the scene in front of her. Reaper and Soldier 76 replaced with their counterparts, Gabriel Reyes and Jack Morrison. Their dances with each other not full of malice or anger, but cooperation and trust. Where their guns weren’t aimed at each other but at the enemies around them. Yes, Angela was stunned, this was the first mission she had went on for years. The first mission where Gab-no… Reaper had shown up, surrounded by his TALON comrades.

She didn’t believe it until she saw the truth disappearing and reappearing in front of her. She didn’t believe this ugly truth until it reared its ugly head, wearing a black hood and a white mask. No… she didn’t believe it at all.

There had to be good in him, there had to be a reason why he was like this. Even if Jack… Soldier 76 insisted that he was a traitor and couldn’t be trusted. There had to be a reason why Gabriel became so corrupted and twisted.

“ ANGELA. What are YOU DOING?!”

Mercy blinked out of her shocked state as she refocused. The roar and screams of battle forcing themselves back into her skull. She staggered on her feet as the familiar voice urgently screamed in her ear again.

“Angela! Go Help out! What are you doing just STANDING THERE?!”

“Ana, oh god I’m sorry!”

Mercy felt herself shake as she looked back up at the battle before her. She flew over to the closest teammate and began healing and saving whatever soldier she could. Snow crunched under her heels and small bits of snowflakes gently melted at the touch of her skin. It was so high up; Angela could feel her lungs heave at the pressure of the air. The sign of an incoming storm evidently clear on the sky above the fearsome battle below. Angela dodged more gun fire as she began to heal an almost mortally wounded soldier. Talon had been targeting, important omnic figure heads, and ever since the death of Tekhartha Mondatta, the Nepal temple was suspected as the next prime target. Luckily the newly recalled Overwatch stayed close just in case and now the simple guarding mission turned into a full on war. And honestly she had only come with the ground team to meet up with Genji and his master. Their repeated letters back and forth had her curious of how the young man was doing. Especially with the fact that he now seemed like he was at peace with himself…

She wasn’t even supposed to be on this mission… but now here she was. Stuck in the middle of a firefight, that started so conveniently while she was here. However it did not stop her from helping however she could, she became the ground medic instantly with Ana helping however she could from a nearby tower. Mercy flew over to a soldier covered by a fallen over pillar situated near a sheer cliff edge. His back was slumped as she tended to his most serious wounds. She could feel the rush of wind on her back while pointing her beams rays onto the soldier in front of her.

She was finally able to stabilize him, and not long after she watched the soldier return to battle. Another quick 'Thanks Doc’ as she watched his retreating back. However before she could return to the fight she heard a loud cry of pain and then a black form slide in the snow just to the right of her. Angela blinked as she looked at the slowly rising form of none other but Reaper. She gasped, nearly falling back as a blanche white mask lifted itself to look over at her. She froze as her gaze met his, her heart practically stopping as he looked up at her.

“G-Gabriel…?” She said gently, her eyes softened for a moment while feeling her hand shake with anticipation. He seemed to look deep into her before they both turned at a shout.

“TAKE THIS YOU REAPER BASTARD.”

“WAIT YOU IDIOT-“

Angela eyes looked to the form of a young soldier, a grenade leaving his finger tips as Soldier 76 pulled back on his opposite forearm. However it was too late and it was only seconds later that the grenade rolled in between Reaper and her. Angela gasped as she stumbled back, nearly falling over.

Reaper immediately got up as a loud shot rang through the air.

“ANGELA NO!”

Seconds seemed to expand to minutes as Mercy saw a black form crash towards her, white blinding light, also followed by a deafening BOOM crashed through her skull.

All she could process was a bright… white light… and the feeling of air through her wings…

Falling… and then BLACKNESS…

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Hello!! This is ThiinkingSpace from Overwatch Amino and Ive been planing on doing this for awhile now! Ive decided to move this series to Tumblr since orginally I made it exclusive to just Omnic Amino. But since I’m Already nearing the actual series end, Ive decided to expand its platforms just in case anyone not apart of the amino wants to read! Ill be post more chapters as much as I can and will most likely update every week! So keep tuned!

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#mercykill #mercy #reaper #overwatch #overwatch fanfiction #fanfic #fanfiction #reaperxmercy #mercyxreaper #overwatch mercy #overwatch reaper #overwatch fanart #fanart

[memegamer-in-space]

Has anyone ever written a Hades/Persephone and/or Phantom of the Opera AU for this pairing? Asking for a friend.

#Mercykill #Reaperxmercy #THE FEELS THO #hit me up with that shit

[thisisthe-way]

Mercykill Week - Day 7

OF MERCY AND DEATH - Afterglow

There were no moments he appreciated more than the ones in the silence and warmth of his wife’s arms, in bed, after making love.

He was usually a broad, caramel canvas in which her small, pale painted form rested, and she would draw circles against the landscape of his chest and talk about work, or meetings, or sometimes she would nod off to sleep immediately, because she didn’t sleep enough as it was.

And sometimes, they would just lie in silence, awake, listening to the other’s breathing or heartbeat, drinking in the moment like it was the last.

Angela was tracing each of the scars on his chest that night, trying to memorize them all, calculatingly. “Someday, I will make such leaps and strides in the medical field and healing technologies, you’ll never bare another scar.”

Gabriel chuckled and traced his hands up and down her back. “I thought you liked the scars? You told me they were sexy.”

“They mean I’m not doing my job—they mean you’re getting hurt and everytime you come home with a new one, it was one step closer to my losing you.”

Gabriel frowned deeply, and pulled her closer, letting her small form spread out atop his larger one a little bit. “Stop thinking like that, Angie. I always come home to you, don’t I?”

“I wish Jack would let me go out with you on your assignments. I could keep you healed in real time instead of having to fix you later.” She laid her cheek against his pectoral and sighed. “It’s stressful to be a doctor and a wife at the same time, to the same person.”

Gabe’s hand went to her short blonde hair and slid into the tendrils gently, massaging the scalp. “You do a damn good job at it, though. Especially the wife part.” He grinned a little, trying to cheer her up.

“It’s not funny, Gabriel!” She cried, suddenly and sat up. She felt two broad arms slide around her after a moment, and squeeze, and two loving lips brush her shoulder.

“I know, babe. I’m sorry,” he whispered. “Maybe someday, you won’t have to worry about me getting hurt so much.”

She looked st him earnestly. “We could retire soon, from all of this. The attacks are lessening. We could get a real house, with a yard. We could have animals and...children, maybe?”

Gabe’s brows furrowed a little. He was a soldier. It’s all he’d really ever known. He’d never had a father, so he never much thought about being one himself. But damn, if he didn’t love Angela Ziegler like she was oxygen and he was suffocating. Still...

He offered her a small, half-smile, and whispers, “Something like that, Ange. When it’s over. When it’s all over. We gotta keep fighting ‘til then.”

Angela’s shoulders slumped a little, but she smiled back, even if it didn’t quite reach her eyes. It was what she love most about him—his fighting spirit. His protective nature. His willingness to sacrifice himself to make their world just a little safer. He did it in his way; she did it in hers.

Settling back against him, she closed her eyes. “Promise?”

Gabriel slid his arms around her, and glanced at the ceiling for a moment, before pressing a kiss into her hair. “Promise.”

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“Are you ready?” came the voice from the doorway, the Irish lilt unmistakable. Gabriel could just make out the silhouette and shock of red hair on the woman as he finished dressing and glanced at his sleeping wife, uncertain.

The woman stepped out of the shadow and smirked despite the ice in her gaze as she watched the sleeping doctor, overstepping her boundaries by even being in their home. She touched Gabriel’s shoulder. “It’s best not to tell her. But just think of it...how much safer you’ll come home to her when we’re done. Able to move faster, to dodge enemy fire. How happy she’ll be to see it—her beloved husband, home from battles, in one piece.”

In one piece...

Gabriel glanced at Angela one last time—and then nodded at Moira O’Deorain firmly. “Let’s go.”

Moira smirked again and followed him out, and in the months and years to come, when Angela would be beating herself up for the cloud of smoke she believed to be her doing, and his undoing, and in his anger at her for what she’d let him become, they would both forget, and wish to remember, one of their last moments of afterglow.

#mercykill #mercykillweek #mercykillweek2017 #angela ziegler #gabriel reyes #reaperxmercy #reapcy #angelaxgabriel #gabrielxangela #overwatch #overwatch fanfiction #fanfiction #writing #my writing #fandom #ships #shipping #yes i used the new hero #i had an idea and ran with it #afterglow #day 7

[glasengel]

“Smile!“ Selfietime with Mercy and Reaper. Have i mentioned that i’m also into mercykill?

#my art #art #drawing #fanart #overwatch #OW #mercy #angela ziegler #reaper #gabriel reyes #mercykill #reaperXmercy

[devisza]

Playlist "Me and the Devil" it's now available on the playmoss -> x :)

#mercykill #reaperxmercy #+ new songs #playmoss #nothing serious #personal #my bad bad english

[frankenzebra]

Cute matchy keyrings :3 #hisandhers lol #reaperxmercy #mercykill #overwatch https://www.instagram.com/p/BtjxOJlHkX7/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1c0c1di177nhl

#hisandhers #reaperxmercy #mercykill #overwatch

[sn0wwings]

#overwatch #mercy #mercy overwatch #overwatch mercy #reaper #reaper overwatch #mercyxreaper #mercykill #reaperxmercy #overwatch reaper

[rampantram]

A common occurrence when I play Mercy in Overwatch.. XD

Also a reference to one of my favorite animated shorts of all time - "Rogger Rabbit: Roller Coaster Rabbit"

See the snippet here! (boob warning though) -> https://youtu.be/F6-KwC8ONyk?t=5m25s

#overwatch #overwatch fan art #overwatch reaper #overwatch mercy #reaper #mercy #mercykill #reaperxmercy #reaper x mercy #mercyxreaper #mercy x reaper #roger rabbit

[mercykillbaby]

Thank you my dear friend for taking this picture with me ♡

#mercy #overwatch mercy #mercykillwithmybae #mercyxreaper #overwatch reaper #reaperxmercy #gabriel reyes #mercykill #reapcy #reaper #overwatch

[overwatchfanficbyevelyn]

Phantom of the Overwatch Part Four

Savory smells filled the already warm air around her senses, Angela's stomach beginning to wake with hunger. Slowly she became aware of the soft and velvety blankets encompassing her, and the pillows surrounding her adding to the security she was feeling. Slowly she opened her eyes, looking around the dimly lit room, the light from a fireplace dancing off the black furniture and decor. Angela sat up, her head immediately spinning and a sharp pain ringing through her body. Where was she? Her mind raced backwards, trying to find any clue to where she was. Suddenly, she remembered Reaper, their fight, and the coldness and loneliness that accompanied her in the holding cell. Her stomach again began to ache, reminding her how she had neglected it in her despair. There was movement in the doorway, the familiar ghostly white face with red glowing eyes moving towards her. Angela stumbled backwards on the bed, her heart pounding with the fear and confusion she was feeling. Reaper stopped, watching her carefully. “What do you want now?” Angela demanded, her voice shaking. It was strained and dry, the very sound of the sadness emanating from her words was a brutal reminder of how he had treated her. His heart sank, guilt eating at his conscience. He didn't even know he had a conscience left, at least not until now. “Angela, its okay.” His voice was uncharacteristically quiet and though still rough, it somehow seemed gentle. Angela stared at him, not sure what to expect or say, since she remembered their last conversation filled with anger and malice. The Ghastly figure walked over to the fireplace, taking his gloves off and setting them aside before reaching for a tray with a bowl of soup keeping warm by the fire. He delicately took the tray, slowly approached the bed, and set it down on the edge. Angela watched him carefully, stopping on his ungloved hands. Though riddled with scars from burns and cuts, she recognized them. Her heart filled with sadness as she remembered the day she lost Gabriel, the fire and explosions, the condition they found Jack in. Tears filled her eyes and she began to sob, her head beginning to pulse with pain as her headache worsened from the crying. “Gabriel, what has happened to you? And why didn't you come back! I-I could have helped you!” Her sobbing caught him off guard, and his guilt began to mix with a nervous feeling in the pit of his stomach. He didn't know what to say, let alone what to do. “You need to eat. I gave you a shot earlier and put some medicine in the soup so you should start to feel better soon.” Quickly, Reaper grabbed his gloves and slipped them on, rushing out the door and locking it behind him. Angela sat, confused, upset, and in lots of pain. She watched the door and waited, simultaneously hoping he would leave her alone and come back. She looked at the soup sitting next to her, its hearty smell playing on her sense of hunger. It was a vegetable and meat stew that she immediately recognized from her home country of Switzerland. Several years ago, she had taught Gabriel how to make it in an attempt to get him to take better care of himself… maybe he wasn't as lost as she thought he was, after all, he still remembered how to make her favorite soup.

#Phantom of the Overwatch Part Four #Evelyn Michaelis #Overwatch Fan fiction by Evelyn #Mercy #Angela Ziegler #Reaper #Gabriel Reyes #MercyxReaper #ReaperxMercy #Mercykill #Phanton of the Overwatch

[celinadaee]

Reapcy by Celina69

Otros Sitios: ♦Facebook ♦Deviantart ♦ Instagram

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#mercykill #overwatch #reaperxmercy #CelinaDaee

[merciful--valkyrie-blog]

What they really do.

(For an rp storyline, and here will be a starter. I always wondered and had the idea/head canon that Gabriel actually rescues Angela. In this case it is when Overwatch is still together. When he’s been appointed as commander of Blackwatch, and Angela is still working on her breakthroughs with nanobiology. With that comes obvious targets that would be placed on her back. She is a young doctor, attractive, a genius, and fighting the tide of sickness, death and injuries. People won’t want that nor will they be acceptable with it. So I always thought that someone with the UN sold her out. That she’s taken captive, and her disappearance is OBVIOUSLY made note of. However, Jack Morrison isn’t able to send out Ovewatch agents to retrieve her, so he resorts to Gabriel, and his ability to infiltrate areas and do what Overwatch isn’t able to do. And of course, Gabriel is successful, but it’s ultimately Angela’s first real exposure to Gabriel’s capabilities with Blackwatch... and the lengths he’ll go to protect her. Even though their relationship is still budding and new. So, any Reaper rpers want to respond... I’d be absolutely on cloud nine.)

They were eating out of her very palm! She couldn’t truly believe what it was that had befallen them to agree to joining this… militaristic cooperation. But she had. It was the hopes of change; change for the better of humanity as she had been promised. And now? Before the United Nations she stood, as if she were a Queen speaking to the audience of other governed rulers, and she were the new hope. They hung on her words at each breathless intake, and as she explained further her discovery. This was the change to society! This was what she had been waiting for years to find; a way to restore the human body at the brink of death. Where she had wanted to say the very soul of another could be restored to a body, she refrained from saying such ridiculousness. She nearly had them signing at the papers before her, a slip of her tongue, and it would be quickly canceled. Her dedicated sleepless nights gone, and countless hours of research lost. They had to accept what she had presented to them, they had to accept what it was she could do for the better of humanity! 

And behind the podium she found her knees shaking, her feet cramped in the dark pumps, and sparse strands of gold escaping the twisted bun piled atop her head. Her eyes searched the men and women that did not betray their emotion, but their eyes shown the fascination that gleamed with curiosity. She waited, her breath held, and she felt only her heart hammering so frantic behind her breast that surely seconds more and it’d burst past her ribs. Finally the moment had come, and elation was dull to what she had found thick within her veins! The United Nations had agreed to fund her research and development of nanobiology, and promoting that of biotics within the human body! They had agreed to it! In that she found herself being dismissed, after applause, and claps of bare palms against her shoulder. A youthful scientist! A medical prodigy, and a woman on a mission! But time was not her friend, and she had only that much more to prove to herself. It was the phone that she held within her fingers, pressed to her ear as she listened to the low roll of the voice to her. 

“Yes Jack! I have done it! The United Nations has agreed to fund my further research!” She nearly shrieked with glee! The building that stood more of a giant mirror to the world. The cusp of winter teased at the edge of autumn within Switzerland, promising nothing of warmth even as she buried her face in the parka that shrouded her in dark fur. “I’ll be returning to Headquarters within the hour. Thank-you Jack!” Disconnecting from the phone call, she stared at the blank screen, her lips pulled into a smile despite the wind that drank at the warmth from her skin.

 Vehicles lined the parking spots in different array, she had been allowed to drive the black SUV that had been appointed to her. Among others that reflected the same, she nearly had found her hand brushing to the door handle. Surely she would return to Headquarters with others hearing of her success with the United Nations. They would laugh, and shake her hands regarding her as a sure success to Overwatch. It was her fingers brushing against the handle of the car that she found that moment of such relief shrinking away quickly! Sharp pain flared within her temple, the pressure of a hand pressed against her mouth strangling her cry from being ushered outward. Where she found her body sluggish to fight, her mind fell away to blackness.

#Overwatch #Overwatch rp #Overwatch roleplay #jack morrison #Morrison #Reaper #Gabriel reyes #Mercy #Angela Ziegler #starter #roleplay #Someone rp with me! #I need to write #I need lots of writing. #Write with me damnit! #Mercykill #ReaperxMercy #Gabriel Reyes Angela Ziegler