Reinhardt x Male Reader

Chapter 4

"I trust everyone is here?"

A chorus of begrudging groans reply in unison, the palpable detest that coated their voices was very much heard, yours was among the loudest.

"Morrison, its 4 am" you manage, voice gravely and rough. Your body was not agreeing with being up this early in the slightest, you could feel your eyelids drooping despite your protests.

"Yes, and?" Jack muses slightly, clearly amused at the grumpy and disinterested faces near him. Even the normally cheery people, like mercy and dva, were glaring daggers into his soul. No one that was remotely human would think waking up at 4-goddamn-am would be a good idea, no one in their sane mind would anyway. Morrison though, was certainly not a normal human. Those superhuman program drugs are the main reason he doesn't require as much sleep, as well as the reason for your suffering.

You grumbled to yourself, muting your displeasure for the time being. He had the gall to wake everyone by hand, rapping his hand pointedly against each and every door, making sure everyone knew to get to the briefing room ASAP. He made it a point to mention that changing clothes was not needed and a waste of time.

You pulled your blanket closer, the one thing you were adamant about taking with you. Thankfully your suspicion was accurate, it might as well have been snowing in this joint. The warmth of the blanket eased your shivering, though it could not stop the chilling sensation you felt when you exhaled and actually saw your own breath. It really is that cold, where the hell is the heater???

"Morrison, you know it is far too harsh to keep the younglings in this degree of cold." Reinhardt had spoken up for the first time, you could pick up the tinge of annoyance in his voice. Looking over you could see why he was protesting, nearly every member beside him was bare of any warm clothing aside from the light night shirt and pants. They were all shivering like mad, Reinhardt himself was not. He must have had the foresight to predict something foul in Morrisons insistence to forgo any extra clothing and promptly brought exactly that. He wore an orange hoodie that looked comically big, but it was just big enough for him to fit snugly into it. He had on dark grey sweatpants and wore a pair of night slippers.

"They better get used to it, since our mission will be even colder." Reinhardt scowls at Morrison, he removes his hoodie and hands it to Hana, who wastes no time putting it on. It appeared that she arrived in the lightest amount of clothes possible, and her small stature was certainly not doing her any favors. She thanked Reinhardt profusely and hid herself in the warmth of the jacket, Reinhardt simply nodded and turned himself towards Morrison with a tempered gaze. You studied the way the muscles in his neck pulled taut every now and then, clearly not happy about the other's circumstances. You could help but wander downward and noticed the tank top he wore; it was impossibly tight, you could see the fabric hug his chiseled muscles, outlining the extent of his upper body. You pulled the blanket tighter, though you know the sudden warmth was in no part due to that. Just what about this man had you feeling stir crazy at just a glance?

The rest of the briefing didn't go with much disturbance aside from the occasional backlash from team members and a unified groan from everyone. An infiltration mission was something you did not want to be your first mission, its mighty hard to be stealthy when your main method of forcing your opponents into submission is rather bright and shiny. But so be it. The gathering was disbanded shortly, and everyone immediately darted for their rooms to change, no amount of resistance from Morrison would stop them from bundling up after that atrocity of a briefing.

You step out of your room, freshly changed into a hoodie with sweats and ready to eat. Morrison mentioned that take off won't be for another 2 hours, so now was the prime time to make a little breakfast for the journey ahead. You saw the state the others were in; they were absolutely wrecked. Maybe making some for them would be a good idea, the more people in good condition would mean a higher chance of success. You pulled your phone out and dialed Rein, much to his chagrin you agreed to exchange phone numbers to discuss planning events and such in the future. You smile faintly, remembering the way his demeanor shifted as he sheepishly handed his phone over, a faint blush covering his cheeks. He answered shortly.