Book Of One-Shots

According To Plan (Overwatch One-Shot)

An: This is my first time writing for Overwatch, something that's super important to me. I had originally intended for this to be Soldier x OC, but it turned out a little different. Anyway, I don't own Overwatch or its characters. Just Alice Hanson, or Spirit, as her codename. I hope you all enjoy!

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Overwatch.

A dream come true.

For Alice Hanson it was, anyway. All her life she dreamed of joining to help others, to make the world a better place. Not to mention she had quickly come to see her companions as family, but there was someone she couldn't possibly see that way- Soldier 76. He was different.

When she first arrived he had been nothing but strict with her, making her do extra training and hard labor alike. Her powers, if you could call them that, were peculiar in a way. She can't recall how she came to have them, just that there was a lot of people that wanted her dead, and a lot of people that wanted to use her. The headdress she wore represented her, it also seemed to have a connection to her, it reacted based on her physical and mental state. She kept a bow slung around her, and her secondary weapon being a pair of shorts words that were sharpened often. It meant she could either be an offensive or defensive fighter, not relying on guns or machinery- simply her strength alone. Her powers came into play in a few different ways. Her bow didn't need regular arrows, she could craft them as she drew, almost out of the light around her. She could control and breathe fire, a bright blue, searing hot burst. And she could use her swords to summon a wave of ancient possibility, a four legged dragon with an impossibly wide wingspan and unrelenting strength. She could also partially transform parts of her body temporarily in battle- allowing sections of her skin to change to tough scales that can't be penetrated. There was also something in her that snapped in battle, it was as if the more stress and damage she endured the stronger it made her. It was odd for sure.

Sometimes she found herself wondering how she ended up this way, wishing more than anything to be normal, to have the perfect life she desperately craved. Men were often scared away by her off putting appearance, feeling intimidated and powerless next to her. When in reality she was as gentle as a lamb, only being aggressive when need be, which seemed to only be in the heat of battle lately. Her newfound family understood her extremely well, not treating her any differently than they had before her arrival.

That particular day she had taken her armor and such off, needing a break from the weight, and wore only tight black jeans, a white tank top and some converse. An outfit very unlike her, but very welcome in her tired state. Her hair was tied up in a messy bun, some strands hanging down in her face and down the back of her neck. The tank top showed off her toned arms, nothing too muscular, but enough to show she could throw a mean punch. It also exposed the tattoos that ran up her right arm and stopped just where her shoulder met her neck. The design could hold her attention for hours, she's traced over the intricate details dozens of times. It was a four legged dragon that wrapped around her arm, the wings outstretched like it was climbing towards the heavens, surrounding it was a cloud like pattern with swirls and flowers here and there. She had other tattoos, some on her back she kept hidden, under her right eye were three dots, growing in size from her nose outward.

Alice enters the cafeteria area of the Overwatch headquarters, stepping into the bustling activity of early morning. Some turned to offer a hello, others gave a quick wave in acknowledgement. She heads over to grab a tray and get some breakfast, maple oatmeal with fruit cut up in it and some coffee with creamer.