Overwatch High School: Mercy x Male Reader

Chapter 30

The game was here and we weren't ready. We were put into the battle simulator and start filling up trucks and armoured vehicles. We were tasked to hit the right flank of the battlefield. Easy enough, apart from that they have quite a bit of vets with them and on top of that, they have the grunts.

Cautiously we drive in a line. I, of course, am in the first jeep. But something didn't feel right. A faint sound of schuoommfffffff plays off. Out of curiosity, I look around. I see a rocket head straight for the truck behind us. Before I could react the rocket hits the truck. The blast flips our jeep. I open my eyes and see two grunts turn into red pixels which would evaporate into air.

Gun fire erupts. I look to my right and see my rifle. Before grabbing it, I break the window and get up. A gun shot hits my leg making a big pixelated hole in it. I decided to get to cover, which was the logical thing to do. Next to me was 3 soldiers. "Ello, sir." one said.

"Well, hell's bells, I can't get my rifle." Like magic the soldier next to me gives me a G36c

"There ye' are, sir!" he'd say with a Scottish accent. He stuck his head out and instantly had a bullet hit his head. He slowly became red pixels. I looked in horror.

"There's a fucking sniper!" A grunt would scream out behind cover of a truck. Their fire was light.

I'd scream at them "This may seem like suicide, but boys and girls, but we got to charge the motherfuckers! They're close enough and I don't think they have the fire power to take us all out! On my go, we hit 'em head on!" I take a peep out and see only a few actual riflemen and auto-riflemen. The Vets they have are more for precision firing, much less head-to-head combat.

"GO!" I scream which, almost instantaneously, everyone pops out of their cover and charges their lines. For these halfway okay soldiers, they were determined. 

Bullets would swish past us as we scream. Men and women drop but oddly not as many as I expected. And something even more odd happened...These grunts are dropping their soldiers one by one. Even the vets!

One grunt I see hits a enemy vet with the stock of his rifle which was followed by slitting his throat. Another was charging a vet, but the vet counter charged. The grunt would duck making the vet tumble over his body. The grunt ended it by 4 rounds into his chest.

I couldn't believe it. The 327th spearheaded a line made mostly of vets and...are winning.

As time passed, we eventually won. Every soldier in the enemy line was dead. Nothing else in the game was interesting. Overwatch had won and the 327th had won the respect they had deserved.

A/N: Yes, I know, long overdo. I am so sorry about that. Anyways. I love you guys. And...Until next time (Which I hope is indeed soon). And thank you so much for all of the support you guys had given me, especially since I hadn't been making stories as often as I used to. I want to get back in the habit. Anyways, I'll quit making excuses. I love you all and thank you soooooooo much. Have a great day or night, you sexy beasts.