Walking through the Overwatch headquarters, you started to see just how desperate these 'heroes' had become. There were large holes in the walls on certain corridors, and some of the rooms you passed were completely blocked off by rubble. Overwatch clearly did not have the manpower to repair their own facility, let alone launch a campaign against Talon, perhaps they were not the strong allies you had hoped for.
A pair of guards escorted you and Olivia to your assigned dormitory, which was thankfully whole and actually quite comfortable looking. And, much to your irritation, once you had settled down in your new room, the two guards remained on the outside of the door, preventing you from walking freely.
You sighed as you shut the door in their faces, getting the distinct feeling that they were stood there on Jack's orders. But it didn't matter, just like at Talon, your dormitory was a private place, somewhere for you and Olivia to speak your minds. And as you sank down into a bright blue sofa, that was exactly what you did.
"So...Overwatch isn't what I was expecting. You?" you remarked, glancing around the room at your surroundings.
The dormitory was not that dissimilar from your room in Talon, although this one did have a proper window looking out onto the sea since you were above ground, that was a nice addition.
"I thought they were better off than this...there's barely a hundred people here" Olivia commented in response, causing you to slowly nod your head in agreement with a sigh.
"How many soldiers does Talon have? Not counting the omnics..." you questioned, not expecting to get an exact answer.
"Tens of thousands, maybe even a hundred thousand. Give or take a little...mierda..." Oliva replied.
You shook your head with a grim smile. A hundred against a hundred thousand, you didn't need to be a soldier to know that those were bad odds.
"At least we're not on our own anymore...a hundred is better than two" you stated, trying to see the bright side, although you were finding that rather difficult.
Olivia shook her head.
"Sí...but these people don't trust us. It took your cowboy friend's persuasion just to get them to let us stay, let alone help us against Talon. And they don't believe that the army of omnics exists either, we're beginning to look a little loco, Y/N..." she remarked, causing you to smile a little.
Honestly, you were surprised you had not gone mad already with everything that was happening. No normal individual could experience all of the things you had and stay sane.
"Maybe Lieutenant General Richards was right...maybe we do belong in a psychiatric ward" you commented in response.
"I think we're kinda past a psychiatric ward now..." Olivia replied with a chuckle.
Looking back on your situation, it was certainly far from normal. You had been kidnapped by the woman you'd fallen in love with and infiltrated a dangerous terrorist organisation to learn their plans. Then, after being forced out of said terrorist organisation, you had turned to a rabble of mercenaries who you'd thought to be long gone for help. This was definitely stretching sanity.
"Well, it looks like we've got some time to ourselves. What do we do?" you questioned, unceremoniously leaning your feet up atop a coffee table.
"I'm gonna take a shower..." Olivia commented casually, strolling off towards an en-suite bathroom.
"Fine" you replied.
"...and you're gonna join me"
"Always".
You could not say how many hours had passed, but by the time you were sat contentedly on the sofa, the moon had replaced the sun in the sky and a starry night ruled overhead. Both you and Olivia wore navy blue dressing gowns, adorned in the Overwatch insignia, as you relaxed. It was interesting to see that this crumbling rabble of mercenaries still had the funds for merchandise, even if they couldn't repair their own headquarters.
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Overwatch - Deception (Sombra x Reader)
FanfictionIn a post-war world, trying to recover from the devastation of the Omnic Crisis, you are a retired soldier trying to live with your PTSD in Miami. You have the same routine, day-by-day, wallowing in the guilt from memories you've tried so hard to b...