✧ ꒱ Is it just me, or did the room get smaller?

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✎ You're a new agent of Talon—with a role of your choosing, relationships of your choosing—you name it. And Mauga, the mountain of Talon, is your bunkmate. ✎

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So, here they—or YOU, were.

Talon Headquarters.

The thought of it still clung to them like a shadow, hard to believe even when they were living it. Somehow, they’d survived the gauntlet—tests, evaluations, eyes watching their every move like wolves sizing up prey. Somehow, the verdict had been in their favor. They belonged here now, in this den of knives and monsters. Whether that was fortune or folly wasn’t clear, but the truth of it sat heavy in their chest all the same: they had a purpose. And in a place like this, that was everything.

Their quarters were quiet, the kind of quiet that came with focus. A desk scattered with parts and papers, faint sounds of metal being coaxed into cooperation. Whatever they worked on demanded all of them—attention buried so deep that the rest of the world hardly seemed to exist.

And maybe that was why they didn’t notice it at first. The door, easing open with the slowest of creaks. The floorboards, muttering beneath the weight of steps far too heavy to mistake. Each thud came deliberate, unhurried, like a predator in no rush to announce itself. The air shifted—thicker, closer, carrying with it the faintest smell of iron and smoke.

The next sound was louder. The bed groaned under a weight it wasn’t built to hold, metal frame complaining as if something enormous had just claimed it. That’s when the wrench slipped free, clattering against the desk before tumbling to the floor. Instinct pulled their head around, sharp and sudden.

And there he was.

Mauga.

He filled the space like a stormcloud rolling in, massive shoulders casting the room smaller just by existing inside it. His grin stretched wide, casual as ever, but there was weight behind it, a reminder of how easily that easygoing exterior could shift to something else entirely.

“Talofa.” His voice cut through the silence like gravel dragged across stone, low and steady and just friendly enough to not sound like a threat. What’cha workin’ on? Looks like a buncha junk to me.”

His grin widened. Slightly—eyes lidded and focused.

He leaned back as though the walls themselves belonged to him, folding his arms across his chest. Watching, waiting.

No rush at all, as always.

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Junkrat, JQ, Overwatch, OW, OW2, Yandere

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