'Till the end of the line
For the first time that day, Reaper allowed himself to relax.
On the ground there was him, the notorious Soldier 76, he who was called Jack Morrison back in the day.
Reaper took a few steps ahead. Morrison didn't move, but Reaper, or Gabriel Reyes, wasn't a fool. He lowered himself over the soldier and he took his visor off.
Dead eyes were staring back at him, and now Reyes was sure.
Jack Morrison was dead.
Reaper started to laugh, a dark laughter which echoed through the old Overwatch base, the place that had witnessed their last duel.
His shoulders started to tremble, and the victorious laughter soon turned into a cry.
He didn't know he was still able to cry; he had forgotten how it felt.
That idiot. He had warned him.
Next time we meet, I won't hesitate.
That was it, that was the only sign of kindness he would have showed him, for the sake of the old times.
But Jack hadn't listened, of course he hadn't, and now he wasn't there anymore.
He got closer again, crawling beside the dead man.
He kissed his forehead, like a caring mother saying goodnight to his son.
Wouldn't that be sweet, if Jack was only asleep?
The ground started to rumble.
It was probably an earthquake, too strong for the old walls which started to crumble.
What an appropriate end for the old soldier, being buried within the rests of what Overwatch once was.
Gabriel didn't move, however. He remained by Jack's side.
Jack, his friend, his enemy.
His lover.
Author's notes: yup, I'm officially in Overwatch hell and these two old men are killing me.