5:00 A.M., Watchpoint Gibraltar

Today was the day everyone was dreading. Everyone got up from their beds and changed into their training uniforms at the sound of the alarm.

Today was the start of conditioning, the most rigorous time of the year. People like Reinhardt and Tracer were excitedly jumping in their clothes. Others, like Genji and Junkrat, weren't so happy and wanted to snooze instead. Hanzo and Roadhog pulled them out in defiance.

The team, save Soldier 76, gathered around the outside of the watchpoint, observing the sea. Mei wiped her eyes and glasses, saying, "I really don't want to do this."

"Me too, I'd rather sleep," agreed.

"It's too early for this shit," Lucio swore under his breath.

Others started to mutter disinterestedly.

Soldier 76 blasted orders from the intercom, "Okay, Overwatch. The time for conditioning is now. Right now we are going to run laps around the perimeter of the watchpoint until everyone has fifteen kilometers under their belts. I want everyone to put their hundred percent because the world expects us in peak physical condition. When I say go, you will all go. Is that clear?" Everyone made a collective groan.

"Why isn't he here with the rest of us?" Pharah complained.

"He thinks he'll bring everyone down with his Tourette's," Ana explained, "So he elected to train by himself."

"That won't fly where I came from."

"If you don't like here, why don't you come back there?" Pharah crossed her arms and gave a harrumph, offended.

"Ready, GO!" The leader yelled. The team started in a sprint, able to last a few laps. Lucio and Tracer were straggling for first while the rest formed a cluster. The omnics ran somewhat behind.

"The benefits of exercise are lost on me, but it's nice to take a stroll outside," Zenyatta commented, confused, "I'm baffled as to why us omnics are subject to this. Anyway, where is Efi, Orisa?"

Orisa was galloping next to him, "Efi is in school at Numbani." Bastion beeped in confusion, wheeling in tank form.

"Efi likes going to school," Orisa continued, "She says the food and people are much better over there. We should talk to Soldier 76 about this though."

Roadhog was slowly jogging behind, with Junkrat hobbling to him.

"Fifteen kilos! Fifteen? This is cruel!" Junkrat gasped for air.

"Shut up," Roadhog groaned. Unfortunately, Orisa's leg hit a rock, causing her to trip forward and almost flip, "Ha. Ha." He laughed. Junkrat stopped and giggled.

"Not. Funny," Zenyatta threw an orb at both Junkrat and Roadhog and then helped Orisa up. After Orisa was realigned, both saw the Australians falling down a hill, screaming on each impact.

"This is the worst pain imaginable!" Junkrat screamed. He then landed on a rock with his groin, and then with his head, and then with his hand. His screaming only got louder until he went headfirst into the ocean. Roadhog was only growling as he rolled down the hill and landed on Junkrat.

Zenyatta shrugged his shoulders and threw a healing orb to the skinnier Australian. The omnics moved on.

Meanwhile, Lucio, Tracer, and the main cluster were halfway through the required distance.

"There will be no walking in this exercise!" Soldier 76 returned through the intercom.

"It's because I'm black, isn't it?" Lucio started to speed up while everyone behind him laughed.

"SHIT!" Soldier 76 went into a tic, "Very childish, Lucio, you're doing an extra kilometer." Everyone laughed at Lucio now, who started frowning. "FUCK!"

"Now you see why Jack had elected to train by himself, because his tics are going to distract others," Ana added.

"Yes, mother," Pharah sighed.

So everyone was able to fulfill their running quota, but most of them had to wait for Roadhog and Junkrat. Roadhog slowly but surely jogged around the perimeter. Junkrat on the other hand, moaned in pain and threw himself onto Bastion. Still in tank from, Bastion wheeled on until both were done. He reverted to his normal form and dropped the bomber on the ground.

However, training was far from over. There was calisthenics and weight lifting. Junkrat tried to lead the calisthenics but was only able to say 'six' and passed out briefly. Zarya tried to lead the weightlifting and a few people threw out their backs.

After Mercy treated those injured, the entire team spilled into the mess hall for breakfast. Reinhardt grabbed stacks of ham, bacon, and pancakes. Torbjorn grabbed some chicken and jam. Pharah and Mercy shared some waffles, but Ana decided to take some of their hash browns and then slept. The rest sat down to eat, smiling over their coffee, tea, and milk. Chatter filled the air.

The omnics sat down and drank their oil. Roadhog was trying to feed a still numb Junkrat some oatmeal.

"C'mon, come on," He grumbled, pushing the spoon into his mouth. Junkrat moaned, only to take some of the oatmeal.

The door to the mess hall was slammed open, and to emerge from it was Soldier 76, sweating from his solo training. Roadhog felt his spoon slip. Bastion saw a ripple in his oil. The team turned their heads toward their leader.

"There isn't much left, Jack," Reaper pointed to the empty baskets.

"Why are you eating doughnuts?" Jack retorted.

"Because they remind me of home."

"There's Total," Jack grabbed a bowl, poured the cereal in and then the milk.

"I don't really like Total. Too bland."

"DON'T TALK SHIT ABOUT TOTAL!" The leader roared, almost spilling his cereal upon sitting down.

"I'll talk shit about Total as much as I want!" Reaper yelled back, "I hate raisins!"

"RAISINS ARE GOOD FOR YOU, BITCH!" He gulped down his cereal and chewed it quickly. The crowd went 'Oooooh'.

"Raisins are disgusting!" The crowd did another 'Ooooh'.

Jack drank the remaining milk and then threw some dry raisins at Reaper. Reaper jumped him and pinned him to the floor. The crowd went wild as both were wrestling and yelling obscenities at each other.

"Five dollars on Jack!" Reinhardt slammed some bills down.

"Seven on Reyes!" Torbjorn threw some bills into the pile.

"Two for Reaper," Winston added more money. More men started betting and cheering as the women look at the spectacle in disgust. Widowmaker grimaced and excused herself to the bathroom. Tracer found out Emily was calling and dashed out to answer. Sombra started recording on her phone, laughing maniacally at everything going on.

The mess hall was in disarray as the radio tuned into "Monster Mash".

Ana then woke up to see the chaos in front of her. She sighed at the sight of Morrison and Reyes fighting and whipped out her sniper rifle. She shot upwards but no one responded.

So she shot two sleep darts, one for each man. The mess hall went into silence as the radio cut out. Reaper was asleep on top of Soldier 76. Torbjorn picked Reaper up and let him sit against a soup silo.

"Thank you, Torbjorn," Ana addressed, "Worry not, this is what happened decades ago. Morrison and Reyes are always cats and dogs, but I'm sure that's nothing new to you now."

Mercy ran over to Jack and let him rest with his back to the fridge, "I can't believe I'm doing this, but I'm going to refer him to a therapist."

"Good luck with that."