Overwatch - Deception (Sombra x Reader)

Chapter Nine - The First Operation

The grenade rolled towards your feet, making an intimidating beeping sound as it moved closer and closer. And though you desperately crawled backwards, the grenade showed no signs of stopping. Time slowed, and you closed your eyes as you swallowed and prepared for the end. This was it, you could feel it. You would die in this city, another casualty in this maddening war, just another statistic. You heard the familiar sound of the grenade erupt, and felt a rush of air on your face, but no flames, no searing agony. In fact, when you opened your eyes, you found yourself completely unharmed by the blast. And for one brief moment you smiled, letting out a breath in disbelief at your own survival. But your happiness was short-lived when you realised why you had survived. Laid down on the ground, barely breathing, was your sergeant, Thompson. With a hurried movement, as plasma rounds tore over your head, you rolled him onto his back and stared at his face with ragged breaths. His entire chest was burnt away, clearly, he had leapt on the grenade at the last moment and absorbed its blast...with his own body. He had seconds, if that.
"Sir? Sir?! I'm sorry...I'm so sorry...you'll be alright...you'll be alright" you repeated again and again, unsure if you were trying to convince him or yourself.
"It's...alright, kid. Just...get out of here...save yourself...make it count" Thompson replied, letting out a final deep breath as the life left him.
"Thompson? Thompson?!!!" you shouted out, clenching your fists in unparalleled anger. In a fit of rage, you grabbed the sergeant's pulse rifle and stood up, emptying the magazine into the remaining omnics. Your rounds tore through them like a knife through butter, and even when they were all dead and your magazine was empty, your finger remained pressed on the trigger and you stood as still as a statue. Your breaths were heavy, and ragged, as you mournfully stared down at Thompson's lifeless face. And with a deep sigh, you leant down and closed his eyes shut, wanting to save his soul from the sight of this horrific warzone. You heard the static of his handheld radio, a signal from whichever commander was in charge of this mess, and with slight hesitation you retrieved the radio and listened to the broadcast.
"Calling any and all military units still in the city. Please respond. Please respond" the message stated, over and over again. And pressing down on the button, you took a deep breath, and responded. Last man standing...

You awoke with a deep breath, suddenly sitting up and shaking your head profusely. A brief glance confirmed your surroundings, you were still in the passenger bay of the Talon dropship. You must have nodded off during the journey to India. It took a few seconds for you to fully escape your dream and realise that Miami was in the past.

You leant your head back against the wall of the ship and stared up at the ceiling, your heart heavy with the losses of the past. Thompson was a good man, at least for the short time you had known him, perhaps better than you. And yet you were alive, and he was not. Life was full of these little ironies.

With a sigh, you snapped yourself back to the present, and tried to focus on the mission at hand. You noticed that Sombra was also sat in the passenger bay with you, so the ship was on autopilot, but she seemed a little preoccupied to notice you. The master hacker was sat cross-legged on the ground, fiddling with the internal wiring of the Talon observer drone, which Maximilien had bragged was 'unhackable'.

"Doing something you shouldn't be?" you questioned with a small smile, causing Sombra to gasp and look up at you.

"Oh, Y/N...you're awake. You gave me a scare" she responded, continuing to rewire the drone as she spoke.

"Haven't answered me. Maximilien said that thing was unhackable, why fiddle with it?" you asked, provoking Sombra to shake her head with a sigh.

"Oh Y/N, what do you think of me? 'Unhackable,' made-up word. Few computer systems on the planet can keep me out, so a little drone is hardly going to manage it" she explained, patting the drone on its armour, and standing up as she finished her work.