Just outside of Nuuk, Greenland.
"How do we even end up in places like this, Wilhelm?" Brigitte looked up to the towering man at her side, his silver whiskers and long hair gently stirring in the air as the clouds darkened overhead.
She stopped their truck long enough for the two to stretch their legs before heading into the city where they would catch a freighter across the North Atlantic into Germany.
"We go where we are needed, dear. You know that. A soldier's work is never done."
"And what about the recall?" She asked.
Wilhelm Reinhardt grunted as if he were about to speak, but remained silent. In the past few years he had been as determined as ever, but Brigitte could tell that time was weighing heavy on the proud warrior.
"I told you, Eichenwald comes first. It's important."
"More important than Overwatch?" The young woman asked. She knew she was out of line in doing so. There were some subjects that were still delicate, and even the gentle giant attitude of her mentor could be cut so thin she would sometimes stir the dormant fire in his eyes.
"The things that kept me tied to Overwatch were taken from me many years ago, but I owe it to him to visit that monument every year on the anniversary."
He rarely spoke of what happened during the fall, and even more rare were his mentions of the Siege of Eichenwald were his commander and many of his brothers fell in battle against the Omnic forces.
Brigitte had always suspected his reluctance to reminisce on Overwatch came from the woman known as Captain Ana Amari, which she strongly believed he had been in love with.
"I know Wilhelm. I know how important that is to you…but they need you too. They need a hero, and you were one of the first."
The large German chuckled at that as the rain began to fall: "All the heroes I knew died in battle."
"Come on big guy. Let's go into town and get something to eat," Brigitte tapped at one of his muscular and scarred arms.
"Ah, you're right. It's dinner time." He broke his gaze and detachment from the landscape and returned to his cheery demeanor.
In a port-side diner, Brigitte and Wilhelm had found a nice table in a front corner of the restaurant staring out the window to the darkened sea beyond them as the ships rolled in and out.
Propped atop of a large shelf towards the back of the building, and old television was broadcasting the world news. Reinhardt watched the ATLAS News coverage of the London assassination as he nursed a mug of beer.
"Jesus." Brigitte sighed as the anchor spoke over subtitled footage of the chaos in King's Row.
"I was there once, you know," Reinhardt told her, "Breaking apart riots and protests against the Omnics in the darker days of the war. So much hatred from both sides…so much anger."
"I remember my parents talking about that. I remember the fear." Brigitte replied.
"You remember. I was there." Reinhardt finished his mug and motioned at the young waiter for another.
The two sat, watching the news in silence as the man returned with another frothy mug, gently setting it down in front of Wilhelm.
"Talon took responsibility for that attack. I don't know why anyone is surprised anymore," The server said through broken English, "It's disgusting the state of things."
Reinhardt slid the man a wad of bills but the waiter declined with a raised palm.
"You can drink all you want here, sir. No charge. People still remember their heroes."
Brigitte watched as Wilhelm's features softened slightly.
"Thank you." She spoke up before Wilhelm could reject. "Thank you so much."