Overwatch Oneshots! {Open/Kinda/}

1. Soldier:76 x Fem!Reader

Credits to this wonderful image: (On the image in the bottom left)

Reader's Name: Clarice, or just 'Clay' ; Btw, I just wanted to give this name to you guys because it just seemed to be a fairly neat and strong name for a woman! Please don't hate because of it. ;(

Rating: PG-13
Title : That's not my name...

It wasn't like you to walk away from an argument, for you always had to get your point across before it even ended. But, today was quite different for you. Today you were feeling quite irritable, more than likely because of a simple loss to your team. This wasn't just a simple loss no, you just had to get back with a bunch of cuts and bruises, only to feel the wrath of Commander Morrison, or as you've been told to call him: Soldier 76. With a large huff you stood there and crossed your arms, forced to listen to him. However, like a small pull in the back of your mind, you also seemed to be scared of the older man in front of you. One who's seen much, and has told little to no one of what happened to him throughout the years.
"Not only did you let the team down, you also came back with wounds and bruises! This is not acceptable! This will be the last time I tell you this until I'm forced to condemn you to suspension!" He said with a fairly menacing tone, giving you a scowl. He almost expected you to murmur and 'tuck your tail' between your legs at his tone. But, as I said before, you weren't feeling like doing that today.

"Understood, Jack." You said with a grimace, turning on your heels to leave. Thank God no one was there, because you were sure they'd be fairly surprised and perhaps concerned at your different actions. As you walked away, you heard a growl and a mumble, but you couldn't depict out the mumble, so you just headed on your way to your own quarters.

It was fairly quiet throughout the base, for the only sounds that could be heard were your soft footsteps and the shuffle of your clothing. The hallway itself was well lit...well, fairly 'well' lit. The upper edges were dimmed to a simple orange, almost like a runway, except not entirely. It was beautiful to you however, for it put the sleep-inducing mood on everyone. This made you giggle and think about the various people who literally fell asleep as they walked to their own chambers. You were basically looking at Winston, because there was a moment in time where Reinhardt had to pick up the lug and carry him to Winston's own room. Anywho, you reached your own door and slid your keycard to open it.

You sighed and drudged into your room, just simply taking off your overcoat and hanging it up. You were so eager to get in bed. So eager to just plop down and close your eyes to embrace darkness. But no, because as soon as you laid down, a loud knock was heard at your door. You tried to ignore it by covering your head with your pillow, but it was almost like the knocking just ripped straight through it and into your ears. So, you got up yet again, and walked over to the door to look through the peephole. What you saw actually made you quite happy. It was an Overwatch messenger by the name of Vicky, one whom you made friends with. So, you opened the door to greet her in a hug.

"Hey Vic! What's up?" You asked with a smile. She returned the smile, but almost carefully, as you let go of the hug. Something was up, wasn't there... She giggled and scratched the back of her neck. You then tilted your own head with curiosity at the younger girl, wondering why on earth she was acting this way.
"Vic, what's wrong? Something went to scrap in the office?" You asked with an eyebrow raised
"N-No..." She said, revealing what looked like a data tablet. Even before she could hand you the tablet itself, you heard the intercom and the voice of Athena, Winston's AI friend. You swore she almost acted like a mother figure to each hero, even the medic Angela (Mercy .-.) herself. You loved it honestly, for you loved how an AI could develop into something much more than a computer with a mind.