Overwatch: Talon

The Past And Present

Gabriel Reyes sat at his desk, using his computer to produce a 3D model of McCree, designing a uniform for him. He had worked on it for several hours, working to make it right for him. It was a process he was familiar with, as he took the liberty of creating the Halloween costumes for his fellow Overwatch agents in the past. He was a great craftsman, and they were often so impressed with his work that they expressed their interest in having him create their actual uniforms. He was flattered and humbled, and dismissed their wish...yet...here he was. Creating the third uniform for his friends, after Angela and Torbjorn.
"He likes the Wild West themes, maybe I should add a cowboy twist" He thought.
Yes...maybe he could add a cloak of some sort, and a hat with shells strapped on? Jesse would like that. Reyes though...he wasn't a fan of such flashy things. A simply hoodie would do him just fine, but the others were more dramatic...however he was happy to oblige them.
"The vest should fit with his bionic arm" He said to himself as he studied his generated model. "Shouldn't have the cloak be too loose and distracting"
He sipped from the mug of coffee at his side, and his eyes caught the attention of all the photos on his wall. Pictures with him and McCree, or him and Mercy, or him and Jack, Ana...and so on. The occasions in which they were taken were different, whether it be Halloween, Christmas or Thanksgiving. Many years of memories, all hanging on his wall.
It offered a certain amount of motivation in his work, and he smiled to himself as he continued modelling.

Those pictures were no longer on that wall. The memories were gone, and in many ways, so was the man who once hung them. Reaper sat at the desk, tapping a keyboard with his pointy clawed hands...but still modelling, and producing a new costume.
"She's quite tall, need to make sure it's long enough on the legs" He thought. "And to make sure there's adequate space for her waist"
A costume for Widowmaker. That's what he was making now. The assassin was often sent on many covert missions, and it was bad for Talon if she became a recognisable figure. With her blue skin and yellow eyes, it was quite hard to accomplish that without excessive makeup.
But the task of creating her clothes for the operations came down to Reaper. He offered to do it, of course. He was passionate about his textile work.
"Modelling more stuff, huh?" Sombra asked as she entered the room and stood behind Reaper, slapping his shoulders. "Oh, for your girlfriend no doubt!"
"Sombra, what do you want?" He demanded to know, already sick of her presence. "And she's not my girlfriend. Just because we both don't find your little pranks amusing, doesn't mean there's anything going on between us"
Too many times, Sombra has forcibly placed her own shipping agenda on them. She seemed to have a fascination of trying to bring them together. Instead she often just made things awkward. Reaper couldn't see Widowmaker as anything more than a friend...and maybe that was pushing it, because he didn't know if Widowmaker liked anyone at all. He had too much respect for Gerard to have a relationship like that with her. Even if he was dead, and it had been years since that day. It just wouldn't have felt right.
"Hacking losers on the internet can sometimes get boring even for me, was curious to see what you're doing" She replied. "But I get it, you're doing hard work"
Reaper took a lot of care in textiles, and he was able to produce some high-quality suits and outfits. He even put together Sombra's clothes. A lot the time, his palette of colour consisted almost entirely of black, purple and grey. It was an edgy thing.
"Been doing this for years, it's not hard...its just..." He began. "Time-consuming. Gotta get it all perfect"
Perfecting his crafts in textiles was a quality he prided himself in, when he saw the smiles of his friends when he showed them their Halloween costumes...it was always worth it.
"Perfect clothes for her, eh?" Sombra nudged him, then placed a picture she found in front of him. "This was in your drawer along with all the other photos you gave stuffed away. Not creepy at all"
It was a picture of Amélie, along with her husband Gerard. Their wedding photo.
"It serves as a constant reminder to the past, nothing more" Reaper told her, unamused as he stopped working for a moment. "Now there's the door. Leave, so I can finish up here"
Sombra decided to let him have his way and be a grumpy edgelord. She left the picture where it was, and went about her business elsewhere.
"Widow will be here soon" She thought. "I bet Gabriel changes his tone immediately when he sees her"
Being left in peace, Reaper was about to return to sticking and modelling. Instead however, his eyes trailed onto the photo of happy memories...and soon they were fixed to it. He picked it up, studied it further...then sighed and put it down.
"A constant reminder"