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[Overwatch] Soldier 76 x Reader *SOULMATE AU* (Part 2)

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"Mornin Shelia! Mornin Roadie!"

"Yo jankuratto! 's nice to see you're up!"

An elderly Mickey hops off the couch and follows Jamison to the kitchen. He pets the mutt who now adorned a robotic leg. Nowadays everyone had them it was quite common to lose a limb anymore. It was strange and somewhat unfair that Mako was the only one of your group who had no robotic limbs.

However, each robotic limb had a story of it's own.

Jamison had lost his leg to a flesh eating disease that was destroying his leg from the inside out. The bugger refused to see a doctor about it so Mako had to play the bad guy and cut the damn thing off himself. Much to your and his horror.

Later, you had lost a hand to some man you'd been trying to help. He was hopped up on drugs and delirious so you didn't blame him. He'd almost killed Mickey so of course out of reflex you had to kill him. Though you would never tell a soul of it to anyone. You had then straight up left C.O.N.W.O shortly after. Despite your disapproval and protesting Mako and Jamison had followed you. Mako refused to raise the boy alone and Jamison refused to let you leave.

Jamison took a hobby in tinkering. This led to bomb making which you'd assumed stemmed from the day you'd met him. Regardless, this led to the loss of his arm.

Mickey lost his right back leg when it had gave out due to a bullet during one of your trio's first heists. Yes, in desperation and such you'd all turned to crime. It was cliché yet indescribably entertaining.

You'd lost a foot shortly after, one of Jamison's bombs did the job a little to well for your liking.

However, he had made everyone's replacements himself which meant none of you could be mad at each other.

Mickey makes his way back into the room, jumping back onto his spot on the couch. You furrow your brows, trying to return your eyes back to the TV, but your senses distract you. You can't help but notice it appears the same for Mickey.

"Jankuratto! Get in here! We have company!" You exclaim

Jamison rushes in the room, munching on some toast. You and Mako jump to your feet just as the windows are smashed in, allowing some 'old style FBI looking mother fuckers' as your old friend from C.O.N.W.O named Chase would put it. Everyone pulls weapons on everyone, except for Mickey of course, he just stands in a ready position, snarling at the intruders.

"Hold your fire." A gruff voice suddenly announces

"But 76 they-"

"Hold. Your fire." 76 repeats

A buff man then steps out of the crowd of soldiers. A visor adorned on his face and the number 76 stitched well and proudly on the bulletproof vest he wore.

"L/N, F/N , Fawkes, Jamison , and Rutledge, Mako" He names all three of you

You glare at him suspiciously alongside Junkrat.

"My name is Commander Jack Morrison of Overwatch."

Your heart stops at the mention of that name. Sweating, your gun falls out of your hand dramatically as you place a hand over where your heart beats. Not only did you look the part of being kicked in the gut, you felt like you had been too. Could this be your soulmate?

"We have been sent by a private organization to retrieve you. All we ask is that you come quietly."

"And what's this.. setup about exactly?" Junkrat questions