† Overwatch ⤀ Talon †

【Don't be so jumpy. I'm not here for your soul... this time.】

Art ✎ mikesmillerart

Sitting at the head of the table in the conference room, Reaper merely listens and observes as the meeting goes on around him. He has no interest in participating, since it's really just about stuff he already knows. Doomfist gives yet another encouraging speech, and once it's over, everyone is dismissed to their usual tasks. Reaper remains in his seat, however, mulling over plans, trying to figure out his next move. Right now, during the cold of winter, things have come to a standstill. It seems nobody is making a move.

However, after some time of being lost in thought, someone walks in. He looks up to see Sombra coming in, dragging someone behind her. They are tied with rope, arms bound behind their back, and a canvas bag over their head so they can't see. Reaper quirks a brow.

"What is this, Sombra?" he asks, rising from his seat.

Sombra smirks and shoves the person to their knees before Reaper. "A little present," she answers. "Someone you've been wanting to see for a long time. All yours now. Just don't be too loud, there are people trying to work, alright?"

With that, Sombra gives a wave and walks out as if nothing even happened. Curious as to who Sombra captured, Reaper walks to the person, seeing them tremble. His eyes narrow behind his mask and he reaches forward, swiftly yanking the canvas bag off their head to reveal their identity.