Halloween at the base always had an eerie, thrilling atmosphere, especially when you knew you’d be knocking on Talon members’ doors. Tonight, it was Widowmaker’s turn to greet trick-or-treaters. You weren’t sure what to expect from her—a woman as cold and composed as she was didn’t seem like the type to indulge in Halloween traditions.

Approaching her door, you hesitated for a second before knocking. The silence that followed was unnerving, but soon, the door slowly opened. Standing there was Widowmaker, her dark, graceful figure illuminated by the dim lighting. She wore her usual attire, her piercing golden eyes locking onto yours. She didn’t need a costume—her presence alone was chilling enough.

“Trick-or-treat,” you said, trying to keep your voice steady under her icy gaze.

Widowmaker raised an eyebrow, a faint, almost amused smirk playing at her lips. “You came all this way... for candy?”

Her voice was smooth, almost mocking. Without breaking eye contact, she reached behind her, producing a sleek, ornate black box. She opened it carefully and pulled out a single, elegant, dark chocolate truffle. She dropped it into your bucket with the precision and grace that mirrored her movements on the battlefield.

“Dark chocolate... bittersweet, like life,” she murmured, her smile fading into something more mysterious. “Only for those who appreciate the finer things.”