#tacticaloffense

[isolaradiale]

Hey!! Just like to send a quick reserve for Strike Commander Morrison of Overwatch (not to be confused with Soldier:76) - My name is Aleks. Feel free to contact me on this blog here if there’s any trouble!! (I’ll be making a separate blog...will be sending an ask when it’s completed this week!)

Reserved!

– mod polaris.

[akareyes]

😗 U sealed the deal here when you tried parenting me the other night

YOU ARE THE SOFTEST BEING

you shush your face and go get something to eat

intimidation | accepting

[akareyes]

I'll set you up on the counter, since that's where all the snacks go. //I am so sorry

“    oho, no, that’s cute but it’s the other way around, farm boy. ”

– @tactical-offense 

[akareyes]

tactical-offense replied to your post: tactical-offense replied to your post: ...

Przypomnij mi, żebym kopnął twój tyłek później.

[akareyes]

tactical-offense replied to your post: #I’m not gonna let myself get old dying young...

Keep your dead ass away from him it’s my job to bother him,

lo siento gringo, yo no se ingles. [shrugs and grins]

[spiderscanbehacked-blog]

🗜- Stuck in a trap

Send a symbol for your muse to find mine stuck in a trap.

The heavy strands of net hadn’t made themselves known to her until she’d run headlong into them. Something like an electric shock had passed through her and completely disabled the camouflage her augments usually enabled.

After a while of struggling, fidgeting about and trying not to make too much noise, she gave up. Best to try and escape when her captors found her. That was- if they didn’t kill her on sight. 

But Sombra still had her gun, and probably, the strength to push the net up enough for a few moments in order to get a few good shots in if needed. 

@tactical-offense

[mekanikcr-blog]

        -- @tactical-offense​ || from here

      Brigitte had decided sneaking around at night was a great way to look for scrap, mostly because security often had holes at night. This often led to her finding rubble and mostly empty warehouses to find sheets of metal and bits of steel to run off with. All she decided to come with was her shield, something she had dubbed her lucky charm in a fit of frustration for it often failed when she needed it. 

    Walking back from a successful hunt for scrap, she had found herself a bit of trouble and in this exact moment she had lost her shield to a nice  malfunction. Grumbling, she’s hiding in an alley with a screwdriver in hand. “You stupid shield, why must you fail when I’m being SHOT AT?!” Gritting her teeth, she growls at the precious item as if it could understand her.