Overwatch (Various) X Reader

[Reaper x Awkward!Reader]- Hostage

(I broke the timeline a lil', guys. This request has a Talon Reaper, but still without mask. Sorry if there's any confusion!)

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@miranda1685

You had fantastic luck!

Luck so brazen and prominent in your life you'd joined and been kidnapped from Overwatch within a week- five days precisely, but... who's counting?

You had. You certainly had.

Being locked in a cell without as much as an introduction to the Talon base you'd been stashed in for a day and a half was upsetting enough, especially so when an elegant, purple woman would murmur things in french with sneering tones towards you. Even more luckily for you, you'd taken French prior to joining Overwatch, and every insult and jeer could be translated relatively smoothly in your mind. So lucky, right? That's without the mention that water and bread were you only meal options and came once a day. 

You heaved a sigh, surveying the monotonous room for seemingly the millionth time. Within the first hour of being thrown in here, it'd become almost as stale as the air. Now, it had grown worse over the course of the day. You'd tried pacing, yelling, and banging on the door, but to no avail. You were bored, scared, and lonely.

You hadn't a clue what time it was when a familiar french accent addressed you. It called your name listlessly,  sounding bored. You jumped in shock, your silent aura shattered with by a word. You groaned, rubbing your face and stretched your legs.

It was that blue, no, periwinkle lady. Her condescending, apathetic tone was one of a kind.

After a moment of silence, her voice appeared once more.

"You fed them," She scoffed. "Right?"

"Y-Yes!" Came a young man's voice, flighty.

Another scoff. "If they're dead, you're next."

There was a pause, and then the woman's voice rose to address you through the door.

"Come ouuuut..," She cooed. She then laughed.

A chorus of somewhat forced, uncomfortable laughter joined the female's as the door made a metallic creak before shifting open.

Quickly you scrambled to your feet. Bright, harsh light flooded the previously dull lit room, the single bulb that had been providing light now put to shame by it. When your eyes adjusted, you found yourself looking into the eyes of the woman once more, now alongside multiple guards- all of which were armed.

Before you could stop yourself, words spilled from your mouth. "What do you want from me? I don't know anything, I'm just a new recruit, I don't know anything!" You quickly divulged, your plea having taken shape after hours of thought. Immediately, you felt shame for showing your fear. You fell silent.

No questions were answered as the guards invaded the room, taking your wrists and tugging you from your confinement. When you glanced back, the elegant periwinkle woman was smiling at you slyly by the door. You glanced to her arm scrawled with black ink, something you found to actually be a tattoo. 'Cauchemar' it read, French for nightmare.

This struck a new fear into your heart, and you stared at the retreating form of the perturbing woman until a guard forced your gaze forward.

You were tugged through halls consisting of grey and black for a while, no words being uttered among you and your holders. Despite the silence, your mind was a whirlwind. 

You remained safely cloaked in your thoughts during your escort. During this, you passed a window once. Outside, you found an unfamiliar cityscape.