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I WONDER which will get you KILLED faster , WEARY SOLDIER your LOYALTY or your STUBBORNNESS ?
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well ... i’m alive.
the past couple months have been hell so i don’t want to go into full detail , but i’m back. i’m going to be reviving a different blog of mine as well as clean up my discord to get a fresh start since i just haven’t been around.
i hope you all have been doing good and taking care of yourselves. <3 i’ll post an update soon !
** ( AMELIE LACROIX ) WIDOWMAKER . !
𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍 . ↷ @76st : widowmaker for morrison .
❝ je ne vais plus te lâcher … i’m not going to let you go . ❞
A FLY CAUGHT RED HANDED IN THE SPIDERS DEN. ( you should have been more mindful when poking around places insects DON’T BELONG. ) he remains stagnant , COMPLIANCE evident in his unmoving stance as all eyes rest on him. he was cornered ... for the first time in a long time // FEELING HELPLESS !
“ then what happens next ? “ there is genuine curiosity for a man staring death FOOLISHLY in the eye.
“ i’ll warn you now ... I’M NOT GOING DOWN EASILY. “
** ( VALIANT COMMANDER ) GABRIEL REYES . !
REYES LOOKS up & his face floods with light. a warm sort of light that’s gentle & calm, not unlike the rays of sun lazily peaking ‘bove the horizon line & draping them in honey-warm gold. somewhere, in the distance, a clock begins to tick again with the calendar rolling forwards. jack brings the beginning & it’s only now that reyes allow himself to smile.
( * routine. it will always begin with that. reyes doesn’t believe in paved roads of stone, but the dirt is soft & grooves run thicker with every pass. let their lines converge on a point & never run parallel / he can be content with that. )
it’s an hour before the meeting on the dot. no matter what happens in the world, reyes can rely on jack.
❛ you know me, i always leave everything to the last minute, ❜ despite the slow movements, jack’s feet never once drag. always in precise military step, not quite stomping but if there exists a gentler version of it, jack has found it. ❛ it’s been so quiet lately, i wanted to take advantage. don’t know when it’s ever going to be this quiet again. ❜
a string of successful missions eased the international pressure breathing down their necks & things are looking up in terms of funding, public support & morale. everything has gone … well. it’s a little startling & reyes has already paced a circuit around the room ruminating over it. his lips go tight at the corners. ❛ the un’s happy with our progress, at any rate. they’ve started bragging we’d have this crisis wrapped up by christmas. ❜
in times like these ;; jack tends to forget that they are at WAR. as time stands still in the quiet shadows of the world that anarchy cannot seem to grasp. they are allowed a moments rest to PRETEND things are normal and they may be what life intended HUMAN. inappreciable. how many would overlook such a gift offered from the ravished ruins people call life ... BUT NOT JACK !
his head lulls // now BASKING in the view presented. many required the morning rays offered by the sun to start their day all jack needed was gabe’s smile. such fondness , generated from the GENTLE SOUL just out of reach. he mirrors him -- an amused smile painting lips graced by nature before meeting with his mug , allowing delicate warmth to spill through his system ( the right amount of sweetness to kick-start the day ) before taking the seat beside his commander.
“ and yet you still seem to manage when the time comes ;; as though you have prepared for EVERY meeting your entire life. “ there is not a spot of jealousy behind his words , only ADMIRATION. gabe makes this all seem too easy -- being such a NATURAL when being a leader. it was no wonder he was left in charge with ENDING THE WAR. ( if there was anyone that could do it , it was gabriel reyes. )
A SCOFF presents itself with a furrowed brow before features relax once more. “ overachieving i see. i didn’t know you could put a time stamp on war. “ another sip , elbows now pressed to the table in defiance as he weighed his next comment carefully “ though ... I DO like the idea of being home for christmas without feeling the weight of the world on our shoulders ... what d’ya think ? “
*blows kiss* is this ic or ooc who knows
( there is something about the man that drives you absolutely mad but what could it be ? is it the way that a room immediately LIGHTS UP upon his presence , how he can make even the sun look so dull compared to his own radiance ? or maybe it’s in his smile. how he is able to preserve such a simple action for only those deserving to see it in it’s full bloom – CAPTIVATING and shifting the mood of anyone that may be LUCKY ENOUGH to see him gleam from one cheek to the next. OH ! BUT HIS VOICE ! how it captures the attention and demands such respect , while also being a breeze in late september ;; gentle to the skin it touches while leaving chills in it’s wake. his eyes a deep oak // a forest of untold tales waiting to be discovered for those brave enough to engage in the fantasy. so much for one man’s being to hold … BUT THAT’S WHAT MADE HIM SO UNIQUE ! and what makes you so attracted to him and his brilliant soul. )
HE BLINKS // once , then twice , before crawling away from his buried thoughts. he wonders how long he has been staring ( or if he has yet to be caught ! ) or if the other has yet to notice the drawn out silence that has befallen them. jack remembers the topic , but what he had to say on the matter seemed irrelevant now. his attention was directed towards the commander’s body movement – attempting to pull apart and analyze every detail possible as if he was a sculpture needing to be studied. so he only hums in acknowledgement from time to time , agreeing to words that fall on deaf ears in a SAD EXCUSE for a conversation.
eyes the color of vacant lakes watch carefully as gabe brings a hand up to his lips before kissing the edge of fingers and wait. WAIT. confusion eats at features once lost to the world as brows knot before the realization DAWNS upon him as to what just happened. ( did the commander just blow a kiss at him ? )
the situation draws a sharp breath from his throat , the soldier’s face quick to rise with heat as he tries desperately to laugh away the BLUSH concreting to his cheeks. HOW EMBARRASSING … to be caught staring and forced to come back down to earth by gabe doing the unthinkable. that doesn’t mean he wasn’t going to try and play it off , though.
“ i didn’t know you were such a charmer , gabe. “
@killedgain ♥ . !

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JACK MORRISON ... ( gone but not forgotten )
FACECLAIM POST 6 / / ?
** ( STRANGER ) ID UNKNOWN . !
@76st || Starter Call.
He was not to be trusted- or so he’d been told, a warning given from his comrades, stating that those within Overwatch could be hiding among them. Agents hidden in plain sight, ready to disrupt their plans, if given the chance. How he’d been warned by Akande- Doctor O'Deorain- that if he were to be captured again, surely there would be no chance of ever escaping again. It was that fear that left him cautious, ready to kill at any given moment, if it meant keeping his freedom.
It’s why he didn’t hesitate to attack the man in his perch, catching sight of him watching from a distance, up on a rooftop as he watched like a hawk. He was quick to catch on, and even quicker to put an end to it. Rising with ease into the sky, no doubt taking the man off guard as he focused in on the man, raising him into the air, only to throw the soldier to the ground before he had chance to react. Trapped, like a fly in a spider’s web. Amused, and feeling a bit generous- he’d give the man chance to explain himself, before jumping to conclusions that he was the enemy they’d warned him about.
“You and I are a lot alike, are we not? Two sides to the same coin? pawns in the same game of chess- yet on opposite sides of the board. Though I can’t help but wonder- who, or what is it you’re fighting for exactly?” He held no signs of being associated with anyone, the longer he looked him over, which left him curious. “A rouge rebel- willing to give his life for whom? Surely there must be reason to your madness? No man ever gives his life without some deeper meaning. explain yourself.”
CAREFUL , WEARY SOLDIER IN THE NIGHT the shadows of the moon tend to loom // THREATENING. kept unaware to the human eye so it may rein against the light and ASSAULT the unprepared. do not let down your carefully constructed walls for a second as that is all the time it needs to EXPOSE YOUR WEAKNESSES ! ignorance is a downfall when demonstrated in combat.
he stuck to exploring alleyways ;; attempting to dodge any unwanted attention from the locals. he assumed he went unnoticed ... A FOOL TO EVER BELIEVE SO. it happened too fast -- a moment , weightless to the universe , suddenly shifted , now being TOSSED like a lifeless doll. concrete greets his body thanks to an unnatural force , drawing a bestial growl from behind glaring red. he scans the surrounding area , determined to find the culprit. the vigilante NEVER expecting the attack to come from above.
for a moment ;; words do not register as his attention is focused on the man himself rather than what he preaches. there is FAMILIARITY in his stance , though features having seen better days years ago ! ( you recognize his face but not his cause. there is something twisted in his wake now , unlike the gentle tide you remember him being. WHO TAINTED YOUR PURITY , LOST AND TORMENTED SOUL ? ) he had heard rumors TALON had recruited another scientist ... WAS THIS HIM ?
" I learned to stop fighting for others a long time ago. " he spat , distinguished words held with vigor meant to STRIKE. ( for whom ? HIMSELF ? ) the scientist almost had it right :: they are both pawns , but being tormented in two very different games. one is shrouded from the truth ;; while the other KNOWS TOO MUCH. ( so much that there is no turning back ... EVEN IF HE SO DESPERATELY WANTED TO ! ) the words meant to demean his own ideas make the soldier laugh in a way that sounds HAUNTING -- a mere fragment of what it use to be. " when you have nothing you don't fear LOSS , because the world has already taken everything from you. "
legs built from rusted steel now seem like rubber as the soldier pushes himself to stand. he does not attempt escape , as that would be pointless // nor does he go for his pulse rifle , not finding need for a fight. ( this man knows NOTHING about those he defines as comrades ;; brainwashed into believing that THEY WERE NOT GUILTY in the world they destroyed. maybe that's why he felt sorry for the other // why he hasn't sought out a war against him. THERE IS STILL HOPE ... ) " you've asked a lot of questions , I think it's only fair I get to ask something in return. " tone is kept to a minimum ;; almost playful in an attempt to show he meant no harm.
" WHAT DO YOU FIGHT FOR ? "
** ( VALIANT COMMANDER ) GABRIEL REYES . !
NO ONE at the base really works with set hours & shedules. hard to have normalcy with an international, twenty-four hour call-time, but they try to make do. enforce structure wherever they can, disregard it with ease when it is necessary. no one quite prescribes to this subjective order more than reyes does.
( * the discovery of the internal spreadsheet trying to wrap its head around his waking & sleeping hours was an amusing one. he keeps his knowledge of it a secret. they seem to be having fun with it it’s good that they are. )
❛ surprised i didn’t have to drag you out of bed morrison, ❜ reyes greets as soon as the door opens with a soft hiss. he doesn’t look up. ❛ meeting’s not until 0700. coffee’s still hot, if you want it. ❜
he takes a sip of his own cup of tea. over-brewed & absolutely bitter. just the way he likes it.
@76st
listen carefully to the hymns of dawns break. the insistent chirps of crickets fading out along with the stars as the suns rays dance along the sleeping world below // encouraging those inhabiting to RISE against the urge of slumber. many would refuse , at peace in their dreams and blissfully unaware of those surrounding preparing for the day ahead. a testament to the base that remained quiet ;; many too CONTENT in their beds to stir , while select few ventured into the day , already out of bed HOURS ago ... ( or maybe never in bed to begin with. )
his movements are slow , body still contesting being up so early without a cause. lazy tides blink hazily upon entering the room , gazing at the man speaking to him now. ( THE COMMANDER ... already dressed and prim , prepared for the long day ahead. so many would be impressed by such readiness -- BUT JACK KNEW BETTER. the man probably slept a wink before deciding he had seen enough of the back of his eyelids and wanted to get up. ) the brunette barely huffs an excuse for a laugh as he makes his way over to the coffee machine , gratefully pouring himself a cup.
“ and how long have YOU been up , commander ? “ his rebuke is coy and light in his approach , turning now on his heel to face the other.
“ getting all of your ducks in a row before the meeting ? “ jack knows all too well that reyes is prepared for everything DAYS in advance , but that doesn’t stop him from mulling over everything once more before the big event.
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rolls out of bed
I LIVED.
touch 30 ?
THERE IS AN UNDISCOVERED SORROW EVERLASTING IN THE NIGHTS SHARED the shadows of the moon hiding only their faces , but not discouraged feelings. HE KNOWS HER ;; as a warrior , built of refined metals while laced with a gold trim to encompass the GLORY that holds in her voice. she could guide those once lost to a future many believed a charade while preaching hope to those defiant. SHE IS A BEACON nurturing people under her light. ( but who is there to care for her when her light begins to fade ? )
she was never one to wear her burdens on her sleeve , rather keep herself reserved from eyes that may WORRY. though , no matter how she hid the racing thoughts within , 76 believed he could tell when something wasn’t right. he knows better than to overstep his boundaries / / never one to PRY at sensitive information BUT HE STILL CARED. and he was not afraid to remind her of that.
his steps are slow upon his approach , not wanting to disrupt the peace that surrounds the extended moment. there is pain that cannot be described in words etched into her soul that outshines the moonlight casting on her now. ( UNDESERVING. she should not have to bottle up such DESPAIR while battling it on her own ! ) he takes the seat beside her , hoping that his presence does not bother her. for a while he remains unmoving only existing in the shared space as if to say : YOU’RE NOT ALONE , NOT ANY LONGER.
his body moves on it’s own , though even his actions seem unsure , as a hand reaches out to place itself on top of her’s. he was NEVER one for words ;; preferred to show his thoughts through actions. the simple act of squeezing her hand it’s own form of telling her that he was here for her.
AND HE HAS NO PLANS OF GOING ANYWHERE.
@horusfell no longer accepting . !
JACK MORRISON ... ( gone but not forgotten )
FACECLAIM POST 5 / / ?
** ( STRANGER ) ID UNKNOWN . !
❛ FUCKIN` MANSLAUGHTER ! meanwhile , there’s a truck full of plastic explosives that ain’t make it into the streets but NO. i’m th` end all be all bad guy here. ❜ he slams his drink on the table , froth &. amber gold spilling out from mug while crown now rested in other palm &. elbow dug into the bar top. AMAZING HOW POLICE WORK ; you do what they’re too chickenshit to do , but YOU’RE the villain around here. < makes no sense if you ask me ! better than th` streets being on fire. >
there’s a grumble that parts lips the longer he thinks about that situation ; FUBAR before he even dipped his fingers in it &. yet everyone decided it was better to have a scapegoat than THANK HIM. he lifts mug again to take a swig , stopping himself just to chime in once more. ❛ UH … once or twice. there’s some kid down there `m keeping an eye on. wants to be a MARINE BIOLOGIST of all things. ❜
IT WAS ALL TOO RELATABLE. a story he has preached too many times to those UNCARING of justice brought. to rid the world of evil that lurks behind every corner / / only to be told that THEY WERE THE ONE’S WHO HAVE WRONGED ! how daunting ... to protect those UNDESERVING. “ well ... what did you end up doing after that ? did y’give them a piece of your mind or did you walk away ? “
he is MINDFUL ;; recognizing the tone that draws from the other at the mention to his ties to the state. ( A TOUCHY SUBJECT ! noted as such. ) fingers tap away at the counter , pondering over his next choice of words CAREFULLY. “ sounds like the kid has a strong head on his shoulders. he’ll do some good for this world. someone has to. “
AND WHEN YOU TOOK YOUR FINAL BREATH / / did you leave your soul behind ? ( jack morrison ) soldier 76
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bloodied knuckles ・ tear stained cheeks ・ rust ・ a busted lip ・ claws ・ fangs ・ a bloody nose ・ chattering teeth ・ a dark space underneath the bed ・ scratching noises on a wall ・ creaking metal ・ fog ・ dancing under moonlight ・ blood dripping lips ・ heavy breathing in the dark ・ a feeling of unexplained dread ・ a figure in a dark corner ・ dirty peeling wallpaper ・ a bloody handprint on the wall ・ sobbing in the dark ・ bite marks on the skin ・ eerie whispers ・ a hood covering a stranger’s eyes・ the growl of a hidden animal ・ the sound of a blade being sharpened ・ a deep, dark forest ・ walking on the streets alone at night ・ a cobweb-filled, abandoned building ・ eyes darting in paranoia ・ a heavy beating pulse ・ the feeling of being trapped ・ struggling to get out a scream ・ boards covering broken windows ・ a quiet graveyard ・ a gas station in the middle of nowhere ・ a road that never ends ・ heavy fog rolling in ・ the scent of blood in the air ・ eerie old photographs ・ walking along traintracks at night ・ a chill going up the spine ・ gathering crows ・ a dusty, dimly lit study ・ mist over a deserted cobblestone street ・ ghost towns ・ shadows around a campfire ・ the sound of chanting ・ church bells tolling ・ an orange harvest moon ・ a broken down carnival ・ a dirty stuffed animal abandoned ・ wiping bloody hands on fabric ・ nightmares ・ waking up in a panic ・ a power outage ・ heavy lightning storms ・ a secret trap door ・ the feeling of being watched ・ fear from trauma ・ a ouija board set out on a table ・ an eerie doll ・ a scream of anguish & pain ・ withered plants ・ a room that’s been forgotten & gathered dust ・ owl eyes in the dark ・ curled, dead tree branches ・ a ritual altar ・ flickering candles ・ a lantern held up in the dark ・ fear of being followed ・ creaking floorboards ・ repressed, horrible memories ・ clenched teeth ・ soft, echoing piano keys ・ an old book covered in dust・ many pairs of glaring eyes ・ stumbling in pitch black darkness ・ being stranded in the middle of nowhere ・ tarot cards on a table ・ a trail of blood
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he's just gonna take a seat beside him because he wants the company.
FOR ONCE THE COMPANY IS WELCOMED. nights like these constantly spent in lonesome , starlight and the grace of the moon his only companion. marbled eyes glossed over scan the sky as all intrusive thoughts subside … CALMED by the cooling breeze of nightfall along with the feeling of being alone now abandoned. in his hand rests a lit cigarette , smoke rising as it was brought to exposed lips , taking a breath before the vapor poured out of clenched teeth.
he ponders a moment ;; thinking of breaking the comfortable silence to fill the void , but decides against it. INSTEAD gloved fingers pull a box of cigarettes from his pocket , flicking it open before passing it of to the man beside him. it was a peace offering ( in a way only he could conjure ) to enjoy the view offered by the mysteries of night and the silence of it’s follow.
@incnspcuous what do you inquire . ?