Overwatch Page #6

A Tier One short story

• Fiction
• Short story
• Action and Adventure

								

Nothing new.
He knew it would be his life, jetting around the world, killing some people, jetting back. Training, shooting, reloading, killing.
Violence was his life, and Mason knew it was a lonely one. He made his way to a bus stop, and stepped onto the dusty, crowded bus when it arrived ten minutes later. He gained no looks from the passengers as he sat in the back corner, and his eyes started to scan. Routine for him now.
Was it part of his life, always being on high alert, waiting for death to try and swoop in?
Absolutely.
But he knew, as long as he kept on being a ghost, as long as he cast no shadow, then death would never find him.
He would live to fight another day. 
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