Overwatch One Shots and Imagines

Amelie LaCroix- Christmas Hit: Part 1 (a)

Harsh winds circled and encroached the high-rise buildings and being on top of one did nothing but exasperate the biting breeze and intensify the snow storm that had rolled in.

"What is the brief again?" Your blue hued leader pulled her face away from the rifle scope and rechecked dossier the lay sprawled out in front of her.

"Geoffrey Barnes, 42, head of Green-Tek, eliminate and evacuate, simple really." She peered back down the scope, the rifle pointed at the highest floor of the building opposite, the barrel lined up with the seat that had the CEO's nameplate placed delicately in front of it.

"You mean the Green-Tek? As in multi-billion-dollar Greek-Tek?" Your job was to scout out the area beforehand and then meet ups with Widowmaker to be her spotter, there was no sign of the target at the moment though.

"He can be head of whatever business he wants to be, 2 million dollars is two million dollars, I don't care who I have to kill for it." The position did always fill you with guilt, most nights it kept you awake, but a few nights with the wrong crowd and here you were in a position you could not get yourself out of. You continued to scan the surrounding area with your binoculars until a helicopter flew above the building, landing on the roof next to you and staying only long enough for a rather large-set man to step out and walk into the building. You nudged Widow to let her know of the target's arrival,

"What did I tell you? Keep your body parts to yourself or you very well may find yourself on my list." Her lack of emotion was another thing that kept you awake, you knew they did something to her, something that changed her, you just never find out what and God knew you were never going to ask.

"The target is approaching the position." The only thing that seemed to give her any form of, at least visible, joy was the thought of killing somebody and reaping the rewards. The large man waddled towards his seat with intent and purpose as Widow's smile grew larger, the velvet curtains of her lips furled at the edges and her teeth snagged and bit on her lip.

"What the fuck?" She whispered to herself. "There wasn't meant to be two targets." You peered through the binoculars, a small child sprinted towards the man and jumped towards him, he caught her in his arms and spun her around.

Widow muttered to herself as she read the lips of the target and his friend.

"Not see, Christmas, surprise, present." You watched as the small girl pulled a box out of the pocket of her puffy coat, the man opened the box with his pudgy fingers to revel a mince pie, a small framed photograph and what looked to be a finger painting. The man pulled the girl in and hugged her ever so tightly for what seemed like an eternity before ushering her away, probably to her mother and continued to walk to what should be his final position.

He sat down in the padded and luxurious looking chair to scan through an array of paperwork that sat spread out on his desk.

"You're free to take the shot." Normally by the time you had finished talking she was already packing up her rifle and informing headquarters that the task was done, this time she hesitated.

"I repeat you are free to take the shot."

"I can't."

"What?"

"I cannot take the shot. My vision is obstructed, must be the snowstorm."

"You double checked through your binoculars, you could see the target clear as day but without taking the shot she had already begun to pack up her documents and weaponry.

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Written by Aaron.