Overwatch One Shots and Imagines

Fareeha 'Pharah' Amari- Acrophobia (a)

"Fareeha, can I borrow you for a moment?" You gesture to Fareeha to come and speak to you.

"Of course, Sir"

"Then please, follow me." You lead Fareeha down the dusty maze of halls that leads to your office and usher her into your personal base of operations.

"Now, you are truly the best that this country has to offer." Fareeha starts to blush as she takes a seat.

"Your medal count is off the charts, rivalled only by your mother, your mission log is like nothing this unit has ever seen. In fact, it is nothing that a unit this side of the globe has seen." Fareeha's blushing intensifies as she raises a hand to her head to salute.

"Thank you, sir, I would give anything for this country and its people, I would lay down my life to protect." She gazed with pride, hope and admiration at the Egyptian flag that was draped on the wall behind you.

"I know you would Fareeha, I know you would." You give her a loving smile, full of pride and happiness. "Your mother would have been proud of you, you know, that right?"

She struggles to hold her tears back, forcing a smile to form on her smooth, youthful face. She gazes past you, at a framed picture hung on the wall. You and Ana Amari had become good friends over the years of your duty together, you had been on missions together all over the world, and created many wonderful memories, along with some not so nice ones that you preferred to not think about. You were sad to see her move on to the Overwatch team, but you knew she could do better work with them, than with you.

Her death at the hands of Talon operative Widowmaker was devastating. The Egyptian army Overwatch did not only lose the best soldier it had ever seen, but you lost a friend, somebody you considered to be family. When Ana passed, you made a promise to yourself and to the memory of your dear friend, that you would take care of her young child, Fareeha and look after her. She had never met her father and Ana did not speak much of him, so taking care of her was the best option in your eyes for the both of you.

You loved and nurtured Fareeha as if she was your own child and in the process, you moulded her into the best soldier the world had ever seen.

"Now Fareeha, for the reason I brought you in here in the first place. I was asked by government officials to pick my finest operative for a fully confidential mission, and without hesitation you came into mind." You unlock the bottom drawer of your desk and pull out a thick, brown envelope, placing three photographs and a contract onto the desk in front of Fareeha.

"This is the Raptor Suit, mark four.

Fareeha's eyes start to shine and open wide with excitement and she can't hold her smile back, she always was a fan of the new tech you could show her, you weren't supposed to, but what was the harm?

The suit resembled a falcon, a design you knew Fareeha would like.

"Capable of soaring through the skies at incredible speeds and protecting the wearer from incoming attacks, this prototype and the pilot will soon pave the way for ground forces on operations all across the globe. Only the most elite of our army will be allowed anywhere near this suit, and Fareeha, we want you to be our test pilot."

Fareeha's face quickly turned from a look shared by a child on Christmas morning, to one of discomfort and unease.

"I am very flattered Sir, I truly am, but... I can't."

"Why not Fareeha? Your name will go down in history, you will be remembered for generations to come. It is perfectly safe I assure you, I had Egypt's finest engineers on this suit, the technology inside is years ahead of our other projects.

"I... I don't think I'm capable."

"Fareeha." You sit down next to Fareeha on the hard, leather chairs that adorn your office.

"I have known you since you were a child, now cut the crap. You know you are far past capable, we could throw you into a nosediving jet and you would figure out how to save yourself. Now what is the real reason you won't take the assignment?"

"Well sir... the problem is... nothing sir, there is no problem."

You knew that she was lying, her pride was always her one downfall.

"Fantastic, in that case, just sign the contract and I will see you on the range tomorrow at four am sharp. You will do great things Fareeha, I know it."

The rising sun warmed your cheeks, the dew was still plainly visible on the nearby blades of grass. The sky was an artist's palette of orange, purple and deep blue. The moon was still visible as were a few select stars. With everyone else asleep, you enjoyed just coming and wandering around the fields to enjoy the rare serenity. Today did not give you a chance for peace and quiet though, you had a job to do that didn't quite match the tranquillity of your morning strolls.

Fareeha walked onto the field, equipped with the experimental mark four suit. She moved her visor to the upwards position, revealing beads of sweat rolling down Fareeha's face.

"My god, it is hot in here Sir, my first suggestion is to give this thing air conditioning."

"Not our priorities Fareeha. We need to know if you can get this thing of the ground and into the air. The controls are pretty simple, just jump and the neurological sensors will tell the suit what to do next. Now, this suit is powerful, take it easy, we don't want you getting hurt."

Fareeha bent her knees and pushed upwards, her whole body was trembling and she turned pale. The momentum caused by the motion had activated the suits thrusters, causing them to jump to near 100% power, sending her upwards of five hundred feet in the air.

"Oh fuck" You think to yourself.

"Fareeha, come in, do you copy? Over" You try to contact her through the suits inbuilt communications system.

"I copy but Sir, I'm not feeli-" and with that she cut-out. The suits thrusters cut out, leaving Fareeha plummeting towards the ground.

"Fareeha come in, do you copy?"

No response.

"Fareeha, come in, DO YOU COPY?"

Still nothing.

You knew it, she passed out. You had a feeling this might happen, every time she had to enter an operation as a paratrooper she would always go in by foot, when given the opportunity to fly with some of the best aerial-acrobatics in the world she would always give the chance to somebody else. Going into this you knew she had a fear of heights, but there was no fear you had not broken yet.

Fareeha was still falling to the earth at an incredible speed. Luckily, you had planned for this and had the engineers equip the suit with a failsafe.

A brightly coloured parachute shot out of the back of the Raptor suit, gently carrying Fareeha to the ground and not so delicately placing her on the ground, with a rather loud thud.

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Written by Aaron.