A/N- This is my FIRST fanfiction on this site. So I'm sorry if they quality is terrible, but without further delay, here goes nothing! ENJOY!
NOW ARRIVING AT WATCHPOINT: GIBRALTAR...
Roadhog was sitting peacefully in the Overwatch headquarters, it was empty. He was alone, everyone on the team had gone out on a payload escort, Roadhog stayed behind... it was about time he finally got some peace and quiet.
As the automatic door opened it made a swooshing sound,
Roadhog looked over at the sudden noise of the loading bay door, to find Junkrat, rubbing his neck and sighing
'What a mission!' The Australian hero sighed,
Roadhog looked up at him from the lounge chair, 'Hey' he said, waving at Junkrat
'Oh!, Hey buddy!' Junkrat smiled as he walked over to greet his old friend.
'What are you doing here then?' Roadhog asked him.
'Just finished up a Payload escort, the others went to have a drink but I'm nackered mate, probably gonna head to the ol' sack!' He groaned.
Roadhog stood up, blushing
(behind his mask obviously!)
'want me to..uhh...rub your back or something, that mission looks like it tired you out...'
Junkrat give Roadhog a shifty look
'Alright then buddy, just a backrub, I guess that never hurt anyone...unless they got killed via backrub...'
Roadhog chortled and followed Junkrat into his quarters,