Before the fall of Overwatch, you had been hired as a new agent. You weren't hired for your fighting skills or medical skills, which were poor. You were hired for your engineering specialties that you had. Over your years growing up you had studied and skilled yourself with many types of engineering. You could engineer up a bot, weapons, a building, or even an airfield. Your main skills laid in buildings and airfields however which Overwatch found useful for missions. They had even provided you with a team that would drop in from above to quickly set up an rough airfield for their plans to land on.

Despite being new, you were brought into many secretive meetings to provide input on where landing should be, nearby building layouts, and things of relating sorts. During your short time with the organization, you had quickly become well known and a well liked member. Several months into your job however, there became and inner cival war between the Strike Commander Morrison and Blackwatch Commander Reyes.

Near the end of it all, you were directly asked by the two to make a choice between them and which side you'd stay with. In a fit of panic you denied both, saying they were both acting a bit childish over a position, and proceeded to leave the building to avoid any more altercations relating to the situation. It wasn't long till after you had left and made your way to town that the head quarters exploded. Immediately you had felt regret for leaving due to the possible chance you could have stopped the explosion.

Several Years Later

It had been several years since your short time at Overwatch and it's downfall. Over the years, you had been hired by the government of your nation for similar reasons that Overwatch had hired you for. Luckily for you, you kept in contact with some of your old friends from the organization and would occasionally work with them on United Nation missions but that wasn't often. Your nation had you trained for combat when you were first hired, and with practice over the years, you weren't as subpar as before. You ended up rather skilled in the art of fighting and doing recon type missions.

During some of your first missions, you ended up injured and now sported off a robotic arm on your non dominant side as well as a robotic leg on the opposite of that. Not only that but at one point you had received such an injury, now a quarter of your face was plated in metal and a robotic eye replaced the one you had lost. You didn't mind that however due to the new eye came with a few fun features. You could look at a building and analyze it, receiving a basic floor plan. It could also zoom and look in directions other than where your real eye was looking.

The only problems you ever had with these new gadgets was that you lacked feeling in your arm and leg, and sometimes these items would short circuit causing problems. During your time, you and your superiors have made a few adjustments as well such as water proofing it all. That was one of the first adjustments made after a day of training when it started raining and your robotic parts shut off, causing the need for your to be carried back inside and fixed up. Plus it would have made showering rather difficult if they had kept it as is.

As you sat reminiscing on everything on how you came to your current state, your phone began buzzing on the table in front of you. Curiously you peeked at the screen, your hand reaching up to push the bluetooth button on your metallic earlobe. The screen read that Lena was calling. Sliding the green phone button to the side, you answered with a cheerful hello.

"[ Name ]!" Lena greeted with excitement.

"Ah Lena, it's been awhile. What do I owe for this unexpected call?" you smiled to your-self. Lena was always a joy to talk to and you sure did miss doing things with her.

"Ah you see, about that, Love." Lena's voice grew quiet for a moment. "Overwatch recall…"

There was a long moment of silence as you thought about that. If your superiors knew, you would be in significant trouble due to Overwatch activity being Illegal.

"When?" you asked carefully. You could, possibly, get away with it depending on what exactly was going on.

"There's a brief tonight as Winstons."

'Tonight' you thought to yourself. Nothing was going on and it was Friday so you could end up saying you were visiting a friend off base. With a heavy sigh you remained quiet, leaning back and folding your arms and placing your hands behind your head.

"[Name]?" Lena spoke after while.

"I'll be there. Is there a hotel or some place I can stay for the weekend?" you stared up at the ceiling of your small room you were assigned.

" Mine of course!" she offered.

"Thanks. I'll be over as soon as I can." and with that you two hung up. Staring at the ceiling for a bit you thought about it all. Overwatch was doing a recall. But who would be the commander if Morrison and Reyes were dead?

Hours later, you put in your paper work letting your command know you would be gone for the weekend. Once the work day was over, your briefly packed and left for Lena's. Luckily for you she knew someone who set up a teleporter so you could just take a step and be at Lena's door immediately. As you were stepping out, the door opened and you were greeted by your quickster friend and her pal.

"That was quick, love!" she giggled.

" well, thanks to your friend." you gave a thankful nod to the tall women behind Lena.

"let's get your stuff set down and head out. They're waiting for us." Lena took your bags from you and set them off to the side.

Symetra, as you learned her name was, set up another set of teleporters and the three of you immediately arrived at Winstons. Inside was a good group of people. You recognized Winston of course, as well as Mercy, Mei, and Fareeha. There was two standing at the head of the table. The man with the visor looked up from his conversation with the women in the clock. At the site of you, he strode over as you and the other two made your way to the gathering.

"[Name] , it's good to see you again. You've.." he hesitated and took in your new limbs and eye "changed…"

You knew that voice. It may of took you a moment but it hit you hard.

"Commander Morrison?" you squinted " Didn't you die?" your head tilted as the memory of the headquarters burned in your head once again.

"An explosion can't kill this old man." he took off his visor "call me Soldier 76 now. We'll catch up later." he continued to the table with you. Taking a seat next to lena, you listened as the briefing began. Soldier 76 took a seat next to Winston who stood up, stacking some papers in front of him.

With a cough clearing his throat, he began briefing the team about the new Ominic rising and the group known as Talon. So far they were aware of quick hired foot soldiers Talon was hiring. Three agents were consistent however. Reaper who had attacked Winston, Widowmaker who had an encounter with Tracer, as well as Sombra who was only seen working with Talon briefly when attacking the CEO of Volskaya Industries.

"Tracer and I had an interaction with Reaper and Widowmaker when they tried to take Doomfist's weapon." the scientist adjusted his glasses "both are highly dangerous." he paused, flipping a few papers around and glancing at them before continuing.

"Widowmaker is a skilled sniper. Silent and quick with her work. Her primary weapon can switch between a sniper rifle and a machine fun." Winston picked up another paper, pausing again.

"Reaper is a primary user of shotguns. Quiet...trigger happy. He can fade into a black mist and never reloads. He pulls more shotguns from somewhere in his ah... coat cloak." the papers were placed on the table as Winston looked up at the group.

As you has been listening, you had been taking mental notes, the words small yet still visible within the camera in your robotic eye. Blinking the eye, you refocused on Winston.

"As a last note…" Winston took off his glasses and set them on the table "they're hunting down previous Overwatch agents. Reaper recently tried to access the records i keep by attacking my home and hacking Athena." the air felt thick in the room. What did they want with that information? To murder every last one of the previous agents?

Soldier 76 stood up next to Winston, glancing at the table before looking at the group.

"Together we can work as a team and work as Overwatch again. However we can not let it get public." people nodded in agreement to the man's words.

"Will you be commander again?" you spoke up; resting your head on your palm. The previous strike commander stood still in the silence that followed.

"Only if the rest of the group agrees to it." he held your gaze as slowly but surely voices spoke up in agreement to him taking the position once again.

"Looks to be settled then" you paused, a cheeky grin forming on your lips " Commander 76."