Overwatch - Deception (Sombra x Reader)

Chapter Fifteen - Recuperation

It had been three weeks exactly since your mission into Oasis. As expected, no new tasks had been assigned to you in that time, and you were supposed to use it to rest and recuperate. You did not.

Since the moment you found out what Talon's true plan was, a ticking clock had activated in both of your heads, driving you forwards and preventing sleep. The concept of a second omnic war plagued your thoughts, day and night, and often you could be found fine-tuning your weapons well after midnight. Any time spent outside of your dormitory was either used inside the gun range or the gymnasium, preparing for the worst.

In the past, you had often managed to complete the bare minimum amount of exercise needed to keep your shape, but now you were pushing yourself, fuelled by fear and determination. And while you were building up your strength, Sombra was building up her knowledge, again accessing any low-level files that she could without alerting Talon command.

She found no more mention of the omnic trades in these lightly encrypted files which meant only one thing; this secret really was vital to Talon. The terrorists were doing their very best to keep it hidden, so it was obviously important. And while you yearned to uncover more information, you and Sombra both knew that you had to keep low profiles. You may have avoided Talon's wrath for now, but that didn't mean that they trusted you, and what little trust you had earned was hard-won.

No, patience was the key, and oddly enough; the more time you spent in the terrorist headquarters, the more normal it began to feel. Waking up every morning beside Sombra, spending the day practicing your aim or building your muscles, returning in the evening to discover a new little secret that Sombra had gotten her hands on. Every time she uncovered something, no matter how insignificant, she always got this devious smile on her face. You liked that smile. Who would have thought that infiltrating a terrorist organisation could become so...comfortable?

It was an average morning, which meant you were sat in the base's gymnasium, lifting dumbbells absent-mindedly in one hand, with your head cocked towards a nearby TV screen. A global news network, broadcasted in English, was discussing recent terror attacks while a military general outlined his programme to prevent them. You listened as the man spoke about increased random searches at airports, and a larger military presence in bustling communities, and wondered where you would fit into his equation if you were still in the army.

Right now, you could be stood in one of these cities, waiting vigilantly for an attack, completely unaware of Talon's immense power. The world is so oblivious, they have no idea what's waiting in the shadows. You were glad you had chosen to follow Sombra, at least you knew the truth of it all now, no matter how terrifying that truth was.

"Daydreaming again, Y/N? Thought you were here to pump iron" a male voice commented from behind.

You turned with a smile to see an all too familiar face, John Yalta. John was another new recruit, just like you, and the two of you had grown close over the past few weeks in your shared experiences. He was a muscular man, more so than you, and he definitely had an arrogance to him, but he was a good friend. That was possibly the most difficult part of this affair, meeting people like John, and knowing that one day you'd be forced to hold a gun to his head for the good of the planet. But that day was a long way off, and for now you could just enjoy his company.

"Ah...just wanted to give you a head start, big guy. You gotta work off that big breakfast somehow" you replied, causing John to chuckle loudly as he sat down beside you.

He instantly picked up two dumbbells, both of them weighing more than the one you had in your hand and began to lift them with a cocky smile.

"You might regret that whole 'head start' thing, you know?" he remarked, making a deliberate point of raising and lowering the weights at a quicker pace than you.