Smoke choked the battlefield, the red glow of Talon’s insignia casting long shadows. You barely had time to catch your breath before the sound of heavy boots made you turn—Cassidy, dressed in black and red, a Talon emblem where his overwatch emblem used to be.

“Didn’t expect to see you here, sweetheart,” he drawled, twirling his revolver before holstering it. “But I gotta say, you picked the wrong side.”

“I could say the same to you,” you shot back, gripping your weapon tighter. “What the hell happened to you, Cole?”

He smirked, but there was something hollow in it. “Guess I finally got tired of losin’.” He stepped closer, lowering his voice. “Come with me. You and I both know Overwatch ain’t got a future. But here?” He gestured to the chaos around you. “Here, we could make somethin’ real.”

You shook your head, taking a step back. “I don’t even recognize you anymore.”

His jaw clenched, just for a second. Then the smirk returned, sharp and dangerous. “Then maybe you never really knew me at all.”