I Know All About You (Octane X Reader)

meeting the team

There they were.

Sitting on the couch, adjusting something made of metal, was Octane. He didn't have his mask on either. Glancing around, Mirage was eating something, leaning against the wall. They both looked over to you as you opened the door.

"Hola!" said Octane, springing up from the couch, he walked over and stuck his hand out. "You're our new teammate, si? I'm Octane!"

"Octavio Silva, right?" you asked, smiling slightly and shaking his hand.

"Yep! That's me!" He replied, doing the sign of the horns with his hands. He was unfazed by your knowledge of his name. Well, it made sense, he was famous, people knew his name.

"Adrenaline Junkie, huh?" you grinned, before turning to Mirage. "And you're Elliott Witt."

Mirage just smirked, "Am I really that popular?" But, his expression changed soon after, "But seriously, how'd you know my name?"

"I have my ways, Holographic Trickster." You responded, with a little smile on your face.

"What's your name then?" Mirage asked, leaning against the wall.

"Teki Rain," you spoke, setting your bags down, "Where can I put these?"

Octane pointed to a room, and you nodded with a warm smile of thanks.

"No, I meant your reaaal name!" Mirage complained.

"-----," you replied, only saying your first name.

"Oh, so no last name? Or are you just keeping that a secret?" Mirage raised an eyebrow.

"I'm keeping that a secret," you responded hesitantly, and dropped your stuff off in your room. You sat down on the couch, yawning silently. Octane came and sat next to you, "Amiga, what can you do?" He asked, referring to your abilities.

"I can hack the enemies. Attach this little robot to them and their ultimate and tactical abilities will be disabled from six seconds. Also, I can see them and their teammates if they're close by through walls for the duration they're hacked. My ultimate is to hack the map and reveal the location of one enemy from each squad for 15 seconds." You explained proudly.

"Muy guay! I can't wait to be in the battle with you, amiga!" Octane said enthusiastically. He stood up and took his leg off, adjusting it some more.

So it was true, Octane had actually blown off his legs with a grenade.

You stared in wonder, but your eyes ended drifting upwards to his mostly exposed torso. Octane sent a quick glance towards you through the corner of his eye. 

Quickly looking away, you decided to have Mirage and Octane come downstairs and help you learn how to work a gun.