Prologue
"Overwatch!" the boy exclaimed to his family, the four of the others looking up from their dinner plates at him. He could clearly see the displeasure on their faces, but ignored the negativity as he continued, "the organization was amazing, and I wanna do stuff like what they do!"
His father scoffed at his words, looking away from his son in a bit of annoyance. "You always go on about this Overwatch stuff, Calem," the man huffed, shoving another piece of meat into his mouth as he grumbled to himself. "Y'know, there's a reason the organization was shut down," he swallowed, Calem rolling his eyes and just smirking to himself, the smirk built out of frustration in his father for always putting him down about this.
"Listen, Calem," his father spoke once more, his fork sliding against the plate as he picked another piece of meat up onto the fork. "I encourage you to do as much as you want and can, but Overwatch…" his father continued, recalling all the scandalous news stories from the time of Blackwatch. "Overwatch was doomed to fail from the beginning. If you want to help, don't aspire to be them."
Calem scoffed at his words, shaking his head as he looked away, getting pissed and trying to conceal the anger with another smirk. "Well, Jack Morrison wasn't a problem."
"Jack Morrison was the problem," his mother pouted, Calem grumbling as he was literally biting his tongue, letting out a loud huff of frustration.
"Honey, don-"
"What would you know about Jack Morrison…" Calem cut off his father, staring his mother down as he pursed his lips.
His mother looked at him in disbelief that he would talk back at her like that, shaking her head as she looked back down at her plate. "You weren't alive during the time! Calem, you don't understand how Overwatch went to ruins," she continued to push, Calem standing up abruptly and slamming his hands on the table.
"You don't understand either!" he screamed at her, the rest of the family lifting their heads at him.
"Calem, sit back do-"
Calem held a hand up to his dad that cut him off, continuing to argue with his mother. "The news and media are just gossip!" he shouted, shaking his hands and slamming his fists on the table one more time before walking away from the table. "I'm done talking to you guys! I'm tired of having this conversation!"
Calem rushed up the stairs of his home, scrambling into his bedroom and slamming the door. He leaned against it as he breathed hard, long huffs of frustration that were building into tears that he tried his hardest to keep down. "Ugh! What do they know!" he shouted to the empty room, slamming his fist on the door and shaking his head again. "They don't know anything!" Calem told himself, crawling to his bed and collapsing in it, burying his head into his pillow and trying his hardest to swallow down the tears, feeling his throat straining and chest tightening. He lifted his head to study up at the poster above his bed that he would stare at every night, having dreams about the members of Overwatch and being one of them. His focus centered on the great, Strike Commander Jack Morrison, admiring his handsome, chiseled features and the proud look on his face, wishing he could meet him, wishing he could be him. "I wanna run away with you…" he mumbled to himself sorrowfully, rolling over onto his back and shutting his eyes with a deep breath. "You wouldn't be telling me these things…"