You were handed a simple task. That was to recruit one person, Widowmaker. The deadliest, and most dangerous assassin in the knowledge of Overwatch and all they do is hand you a thin file to initiate your search. A Widowmaker x Reader, Male specific...
Agency: Overwatch (note that widowmaker, reaper are still in talon, but then they go there towards the end)
Clothes: Black Overall with a mask like kaneki ken (oshite oshiete *sobs uncontrollably*)
Over here (Took me two hours to draw so please don't judge this-:
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This is your sniper:
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And this is your cat:
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Backstory/Prologue:
It was the Omnic crisis and you were just walking home, greeting the familiar faces on the streets, Your step father was part of the founders in overwatch, and he taught you everything about a sniper. From how to aim, and how to clean the sniper, you even outskilled Ana by the time your stepfather retired. But on one day, when you came back home, you saw a dead body laying on the front door. It was your father, you noticed that it was a clean shot to the head, you sobbed loudly making neighbours run over to calm you down.
In the end, you decide to contribute becoming an official overwatch agent, and training hard everyday until your body gave up.
You heard a knock on the door and it was Ana, someone who was taking care of you after your step-father died.
"This was something your father wanted you to have after you were an overwatch agent, I thought this will be the right time." She handed the small box and held your hand gently.
You only nodded and she left your room, leaving you with the only thing that connected you to him, Weapons.
You slowly opened the box and inside was a mask, with a immanent glow of red in the front, it had teeth as the design and with two cylinders protruding out of it, you realise it was a mask. You took it out and wore it, funnily, it fit perfectly, surprising yourself that you could breath easily. It felt foreign to your cheeks but knowing it was the last thing from your father, you felt grateful. You tugged it down to your neck and kept the box somewhere safe, strapping your sniper to your back and looking at the mirror.
