London, United Kingdom

8:23 PM

Desmond's breath emitted mist as he breathed. The cold London wind washing over his unmasked face. He watched the busy streets before him as he continued to emit more mist from his mouth. He was in London waiting as he sat on top of the Big Ben clocktower.

He then went into his pants pocket and pulled out a piece of paper and a picture.

Leonora Ontario

Age: 28

Sex: Female

Bio: Normal civilian.

Affiliations: None documented

Last know location: London, St. Stephen's Tavern.

The picture had shown a young brunette woman with long hair.

Desmond scanned the page for what seemed like the fifteenth time. It was an assassination contract, like usual Talon gave him the old fashion paper document but, what seemed off about the hit was that it was just a normal civilian. Normally Talon would accept high paying jobs and a high value target. The job was high paying, like really high.

Whoever issued the hit offered a really high price to just take out a normal person. None the less, money was money and it was a hell of a good way to earn money.

Desmond stuffed it back inside his pocket and put on a balaclava with a covered mouth, followed by goggles then his hood. He had decided to leave the Talon issued armor to blend in better with the citizens of London not counting the balaclava, he wore digital camo pants on and a black windbreaker. He had a backpack on which had contained his phantom tech and ammunition for his weapons. He slung his sniper rifle on his back then used his grappling hook to descend down the clock tower while cloaked.

Once he reached the roof of the building attached next the tower, he unhooked the grappling hook and wrapped it back up. He walked over to the ledge and dropped down to the ground using the window ledges as support, he landed in a alley way that was currently empty. Once he reached ground level, he looked around him and uncloaked. He took his rifle off and proceeded to disassemble it before putting the parts inside his backpack. He took out a long white scarf and wrapped it around his neck before putting the backpack on and walking into the busy streets.

After he exited the alley, he watched as hover-cars passed by and a large amount of pedestrian push past him. He spotted the bar his target should've been in and proceeded to walk towards it. As he approached he could hear the laughter inside the bar along with the loud music that came from it.

He approached the dark wood door and opened it. As soon as he stepped inside, the once muffled laughter and the once muffled music had cleared up and got louder.

He made his way towards the bar counter and sat down. The omnic bartender walked towards him. Desmond looked up.

"Just water" The omnic nodded and slid down a cold glass of water. He sipped the drink at the same time tried to find his target. After ten minutes of waiting he decided to look somewhere else but first finish his drink.

As he began to sip it all, the door slammed open and four guys walked in banging tables with their bats they had on them. The four guys approached the counter and sat down while they laughed.

The omnic hesitantly approached them. The one that seemed to have been the leader glared at the omnic.

"Why is there a fucking omnic here! I ain't ordering nothin' till he gets out!" He yelled. The omnic started to back off.

"I apologize sir!" The leader only glared more

"Better be you fucking piece of junk" A human bartender approached and took their orders. Desmond decided to let everything play out and see what happens. Minutes later the omnic returned to serve them the drinks. It seemed to have annoyed the leader, he pushed the omnic causing it fall down and spill some water on the leader's boots.

"Look what you've gone done!" He grabbed his bat and raised it. Then slammed it down onto the omnic's arm causing it to crackle slightly with electricity. The others stood up and cheered the leader on. The leader smirked and raised his bat to hit it once more.

"Take this you bucket of bolts!"

He slammed the bat down. It didn't hit its target.

"huh?"

Desmond had one hand in his pocket and one hand on the bat. His scarf covered his mouth as he looked at the leader with a dull look.

"Who the fuck are you!" The leader backed off and readied his bat. The whole bar had now turned their attention towards them. The leader smirked at the attention. "Doesn't matter! I'll beat you down!" He swung his bat only for it to be caught again by Desmond.

The leader pulled back again and this time swung horizontally. Desmond stepped back and threw a punch towards the leader. He leader fell back and groaned. The bar erupted in laughter at the leader. The leader growled and got up and threw a punch towards Desmond.

Once again he was knocked down. The bar erupted in more laughter

"FUCK YOU!" He got up once more and swung his bat blindly.

Desmond scoffed and tripped the rage filled man. He hit the floor head first with a loud thud knocking him unconscious. The bar cheered and continued its normal routine.

Desmond left a couple of paper bills on the counter and made his way towards the door. Once again feeling the cool air of the London night, he walked down the street.

"Wait!" He stopped and looked behind to see the same omnic he had defended running back waving the bills he paid with. The omnic came to a halt. "I wanted to thank you, h-here the drinks are free as a thanks for saving me" Desmond stared at the omnic before turning and continued to walk forwards.

"Keep it. It's my tip"

It had been two hours since the bar incident and Desmond had finally tracked his target. She was sitting on bench alone, the sidewalks were nearly deserted with just a couple drunks and the occasional car passing by.

'No compromise'

Desmond took off his backpack, he put on his balaclava, goggles and pulled up his hood then pulled out the parts of his rifle. He kept looking back towards his target making sure she doesn't move. He was currently on top of a roof of a small one story house leaning on the ledge for support.

He completely assembled the rifle and aimed down at his target. He held his breath and placed a finger on the trigger. He then felt a tug.

He turned to see the ex-Talon assassin Widowmaker smirking at him. She blew a kiss towards him then kicked him off the roof.

He grunted and braced for the impact. He hit the hard ground back first.

He groaned and reached for his rifle only for it to be kicked away by McCree who now had a pistol aimed at him.

"We'll it actually worked"

Widowmaker descended down the roof and smirked "Like a fly caught in the web"

An Overwatch dropship then decloaked and approached the empty street, it landed and Winston walked out of the rear ramp. He walked to them and looked at Desmond.

"Ghost...We meet again" Soldier: 76 approached Desmond and cuffed him. Widowmaker threw Desmond's backpack towards Winston. He pulled out the phantom tech and inspected it. "And this little device must be the same thing that allows you to be invulnerable"

His 'target' appeared in a blue flash next to Winston and looked at the device

"So he wasn't an actual ghost? C'mon!" She pulled off the wig she had been wearing to reveal it had been actually Tracer. Surprising.

"Lena, if ya actually believed he was a ghost, you deserve a smack to the head" McCree said. Tracer stuck her tongue out at him

"Oh piss off, ya wanka'!" Winston looked at Desmond.

"So...The big reveal. Who is the Ghost?" 76 stood him up and made him face the gorilla. Tracer leaned in, in curiosity while Widowmaker shifted slightly and McCree looked at him.

Winston reached for his hood and gripped it. He then pulled it back and then placed a large hand on his goggles then removed them. Desmond closed his eyes as Winston removed his goggles.

Tracer shook with antsyness and groaned "BLOODY HELL!" She gripped his mask and pulled it off.

"SO HE'S-" She froze and looked at Desmond. The rest of the agents grew quiet. McCree dropped his gun. Widowmaker and 76's eyes were wide open. Winston dropped Desmond's tech and backpack.

"D-Desmond..." Desmond opened his eyes and looked at them with a dull look. Tracer dropped the mask and backed up while covering her mouth. "You...You're dead!"

The others stood in place still trying to process the information. Desmond used this opportunity to grab his tech and backpack. The others took a second before they scrambled to stop him

"Wait! Desmond, it's us!" Desmond grunted and grabbed McCree's pistol off the ground before firing all six shots at them. He threw away the pistol and grabbed his sniper rifle before cloaking.

Tracer shook her head and looked at Winston "That couldn't have been him? He...He died" She whispered the last part. Widowmaker rubbed her temple in frustration.

"I saw the pyramid blow up with him in it. He couldn't have survived!" She said.

Winston grabbed Desmond's mask and looked at the skull imprint on it.

"One thing we now know" He turned back and looked at the others.

"Desmond is Ghost. He had killed the head of helix and Katya" Tracer widened her eyes and looked at him

"You can't be saying what I think you're saying"

Winston huffed and looked at the mask then at the others.

"Desmo- Ghost is our enemy. The flee on sight order is still active. He will be more careful with his device now that he knows we know how his invulnerability ability works"

"But Winston! It can't be his fault, the Desmond we know will never do any of this!" Tracer yelled at him

"I know Lena...I know. It's possible that they may have done the same thing they did with Widowmaker. We have to be careful. His identity will only be known by the four of us here. No one else needs to know until we find out why he's doing this. Understood?"

They all looked at each other then back towards Winston and nodded.

"Good. Let's go home" They proceeded to walk toward back to the ship quietly.

Widowmaker sighed and looked up at the moon

"S'il vous plaît revenir à nous, Desmond"

Getting a little better. So the big reveal happened. Thank you for all the support you're all showing even though I haven't been writing to my best ability as I have been haven't been feeling well.

Translations:

"S'il vous plaît revenir à nous, Desmond" - Please come back to us, Desmond.