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Hey, everybody. Welcome to the latest chapter of this story. Thank you much for being here. I got a few questions from a few guests so I just answer them here real quick.

MKF30: What's the Omnic's name?

Response: I don't want to say too much because of what I'm planning to do with the character but the Omnic itself is named the Mal. You can take stab at what you think that stands for and send me a PM on your guesses but I will eventually get to it. That's all I can say for now but fear not, there's going to be a chapter soon dedicated to catching up on what he's been doing after a timeskip since he needs time to accomplish things so look forward to that if the big bad Omnic is something you're intrigued by. Disclaimer time.

Disclaimer: Overwatch belongs to Blizzard Entertainment and it's respective developers. I only own the plot of the story and a handful of characters.

Now onto the story.

Watchpoint: Gibraltar, Rock of Gibraltar

"Now arriving at Watchpoint: Gibraltar." Athena announce as the dropship began it's landing approach. Everyone inside the dropship let out a sigh of relief, knowing that they made it back home in one piece. Gathering by the door, almost everyone waited for the doors to open, some more anxious than others to get off the ship. From the window on the door, they could see that the sun was setting, casting an orange glow across the sky. Entering the hanger and coming to stop, the door let out a hiss and soon opened, allowing everyone to walk out and go about their business at the base.

However, not everyone got off the ship right away. While almost everyone took the opportunity to get off the ship and stretch their legs, Ghost, Tracer, 76, and Mercy stayed aboard, Ana leaving the ship with Reinhardt as the two were engaged in a conversation.

"Now Ghost, your shoulder going to be sore for awhile so I expect you to take it easy for the next few days. No serious training or missions. Is that clear?" Mercy said.

"Yes, ma'am." Ghost said as he rotated his shoulder, trying to get use to the soreness.

"Good. Lena, make sure you two don't do anything that might upset his shoulder." Mercy looked at the young woman standing next to him with a teasing wink. Tracer looked at her confused a moment until it clicked in her head on what she was referring to and her face flushed red. "Now I must be off. Don't hesitate call me if something comes up." Stopping, Mercy looked back at the group. "Care to join me, Soldier: 76? We can finish our conversation from earlier." Mercy asked hopeful in 76 agreeing. Both Ghost and Tracer looked at 76 for his response. 76 on the hand, wasn't expecting the request and froze like a deer in the headlights for a few seconds before nodding and silently joining Mercy. With the two gone, Tracer and Ghost were left on their own.

"What was that all about?" Tracer asked.

"Don't know." Ghost said before removing his mask and turning to face Lena. "So what are you going to do?"

"I don't know yet. What about you?"

"I should probably find out where my stuff is since they aren't on the ship and I should also probably find out where I'm suppose to sleep." Ghost said as he took a quick look around the ship to make sure he didn't miss his stuff by accident.

"Oh, we had your thing moved to one of the private rooms. I can show you the way, if you'd like?"

"I would very much appreciate that." Ghost said with a look of relief. The last time he went walking around on his own, people didn't exactly make him feel welcome. Tracer on the other hand giggled and held out her hand with a smile. James just smiled and rolled his eyes but didn't hesitate to take her hand in his and let her guide him while he reequipped his mask with his other. Walking out, the two made their way to the building, past a number of Overwatch agent who mostly paid them no mind. Those that did pay attention to them noticed the intertwined hands of the two and scowled disapprovingly as they enter the building. Inside, Tracer led Ghost to the empty part of the building that he, 76, and Ana were all staying in. Reaching Ghost's room, Tracer pressed the keypad and opened door, revealing medium sized room with a bed and few other basic furnishing as well as a door that lead to a small personal bathroom off to the side. Separating, Ghost took a moment to look around the room, finding the rest of his belongs at the foot of the bed.

"So what do you think?" Tracer asked as she looked around the room.

"It's nice, kinda reminds me of my Overwatch days, except I don't have to share the room." Ghost said, getting a giggle out of Tracer. "Is that what its like in the main barracks?"

"I don't know. I only spent a night there while my room was being set up." She said with a shrug.

"You have your own room?" He asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Yup. At certain Overwatch bases, I was given a room that would let me take off my chronal accelerator and not worry about fading away. Of course, nowadays we know that as long as I'm within a certain distance of my accelerator, I won't fade out of this time stream but I still get to keep the room which is nice." Tracer said with a sad smile showing on her face, remembering her 'condition'. Ghost just stayed silent as he walked over and hugged her, surprising her but she quickly returned the hug with a smile. Separating once more, Ghost walked over to the door, closing it and locking it for good measure. With that done, he walked back over and removed his mask, tossing it on the bed, before taking a seat on the edge of his bed. Tracer, on the other hand, just looked at him with a confused look.

"Don't worry, I'm not going to do anything to you. I just don't want someone to walk in looking for one of us and end up seeing me." James said laying back on the bed. To his surprise, the bed was comfier than he though.

"Is it really such a big deal for you keep your mask on?" Tracer ask as she picked up the mask and took seat next to him, looking at the front of the mask.

"For me? No. I highly doubt anyone here, besides Adam, would recognize me without the mask. Hell, with the amount of times I've been outside without a mask, I could probably just get rid of the damn thing."

"So why don't you?" She asked as she turned her attention away from the mask and directed it to James.

"Well the tactical feed in the visor is pretty useful as well as the other functions that make my job as a scout easier." James said but Tracer could see it on his face that wasn't the real reason why. Seeing Tracer frown at the response, James sighed. "I do it for the same reason Shrike mostly wears her mask. It's more for the sake of 76 than it is for ourselves. We don't care if our identities are discovered by Overwatch but 76...he's too well known and if people were to discover who he was and see who he's became...Well, let's just say there's gonna be a lot of questions he'd rather not answer." James said with a sad smile. Tracer stayed silent, not sure how to take what was just said. The fact that both he and Shrike were willing to hide themselves away for the sake of 76 amazed her in a way. That they would show such dedication and loyalty to him.

"You three must really care for one another." She said with a bit of amazement as she laid back next to him, her hand find its way back into his.

"Yeah, we guess do." James said as with chuckle and he gently gripped her hand. The two fell into a comfortable silence after that. Neither really knew where to go from there so the energy of the room died down with the conversation to a very calm and quiet state. As fatigue from the mission slowly crept up on them, Lena's ear piece beeped almost startling them both.

"Tracer here." James could hear garbled noise of someone talking on the other side. "You got it. I'll there soon." Lena said, almost instantaneously regaining all her lost energy as she leap to her feet.

"What's up?" James said as he got up with a small groan.

"Winston wants all Overwatch agents to meet up with him." She said before thinking about what she said. "I wonder why you didn't get a call?"

"Probably because I'm not an actual agent. Not anymore at least." James said as he walked with her to the door, to which he received a smack on the arm in response.

"Oh don't give me any of that. You're just as much part of Overwatch as everyone else here." Tracer said as the neared the door.

"If you say so." James said holding up his arms with a smile, not wanting to further stall the young woman more than he already had. "I guess I'll see you later."

"I guess you will." Tracer said with a smile as she opened the door. "And stay out of trouble, love."

"No promises." James said with a laugh before leaning over and giving her a quick peck on the cheek. With that, James watched the young woman run off with her cheeks glowing red and a smile on her face. "I really should ask her out sometime soon." He said to himself as stepped back into his room and shut the door. Now alone, James spent the few minutes moving his stuff out of his bags and into the cabinets and the such. However, due how few things he actually brought with him, he finished the tasked rather quickly, leaving him to explore his room. Quickly finishing with that, Ghost decided to go check in with 76. Grabbing his ear piece, he contacted the older soldier.

"What is it?" 76's gruff voice came over the radio.

"Just checking in with you, sir. All the Overwatch agents were called into a meeting and I'm kinda at a lost to what to do at the moment. Figured you might have something for me." James said as he took a seat on the foot of his bed.

"Unfortunately, I got nothing for you. I'm just looking at the dossiers for potential recruits."

"Anyone interesting?"

"A couple of familiar faces and names but that's about it. I'm at the lounging area in the private quarters if you want to go through the list yourself."

"I'll be right down." James said as he leaned back and grabbed his mask before reequipping it. In no real rush, Ghost found 76 in a small lounging area after about ten minutes of searching, tablet in hand and his jacket off. Ana was there too, sipping tea out of a cup, her mask and hood off.

"There you are, James. Would you like some tea?" Ana said, gesturing to the small pot on the table.

"Maybe next time, Ana." Ghost said as sat he took a seat on the couch, catching a tablet 76 tossed at him.

"Suit yourself." Ana said before taking another sip. "You can make yourself comfortable and take off your mask. Athena was nice enough to shut off all cameras for us." Ghost looked up at her and then at 76, who still wore his signature tactical visor. "Oh, don't mind him. Jack is just no fun and doesn't know how to relax anymore." Ana teased. 76 just shrugged, still looking at his tablet.

Removing his mask, James went through the list of names. There were quite a few names on the list, a few familiar names appeared on it. They were mostly people he's heard about but never personally met. Clicking one of the names, the dossier for Hanzo Shimada open up. Reading the profile, the man certainly peaked James's curiosity. The bowman definitely had the skill and traits necessary and the general personality described brought up no red flags in his book. The only problem he could see with the man was his line of work. He was an assassin and a mercenary with a background as the head of a former criminal syndicate. However, closer inspection in the jobs the man had taken, you can see that the man made a conscious effort to make sure that the people he's hired to kill were people that deserved it and brought that fate upon themselves. Closing the profile, he selected another name he had heard before, Lucio Correia dos Santos. It didn't surprised Ghost that Lucio was a candidate for this newly reformed Overwatch but with how controversial Overwatch was at the moment, it won't surprise him if Lucio rejected the offer, having his own career to think about, but if he were to accept the offer, the sway Lucio had over public opinion would be good for Overwatch and show the world that Overwatch was there to do good again. Skimming through the list once more, there were a few other names that caught his eye that he looked into, such as Aleksandra Zaryanova and Tekhartha Zenyatta, before handing the tablet back to Soldier: 76.

"What do you think of the list they've set up?"

"Most of them are good picks but off the bat, we should immediately assume Aleksandra Zaryanova would deny due to her loyalty to Russia and her mistrust toward Omnics. Russia and Overwatch have always had a strained relationship because their view on Omnics. There's also a good chance Lucio would deny as well due to how controversial Overwatch is but if we show him that we have good intentions and want to make the world a better place, then he might accept. Genji's older brother, Hanzo, could be convinced but if we're truly desperate, we can just hire him." James said as he stood up and stretched. Putting his mask back on, Ghost checked the time and noticed that a little less than an hour had passed with him just reading through the list. Thinking about what was available to do, a thought appeared in Ghost's head. "Hey 76, do you think the car we used to get here is still out there?" 76 looked up at him with a raised eyebrow.

"No, I dumped the car after we got from dropping you in London. I did get two bikes and hid them out front. One of them is yours." 76 said, as he fished the keys out of his jacket pocket and tossed them to Ghost. "Don't say I never did anything nice for you."

"Thank you." Ghost said with complete sincerity.

"So what do you have planned?" 76 asked, curious to what Ghost was planning.

"Planning a night out with Lena, I presume?" Ana said looking up from her book. Oh, how she loved teasing him.

"I was thinking about heading to the town nearby and check it out. We didn't really get the chance on our way through. And if Lena wants to come along, I would not be oppose to it." Ghost stated, getting a laugh out of the older woman.

"Alright. Just make sure you aren't followed on your way back and be careful."

"Don't worry, I'll be the epitome of caution." Ghost said as he started to walk back to his room. 76 just shook his head while Ana chuckled to herself. Finding his way back to his room proved to be much easier and quicker as Ghost arrived there within a few minutes. Heading inside, Ghost quickly changed into more casual clothing, losing his armor and tactical gear in favor for a pair of black pants, a short sleeved shirt, and a jacket. He kept the armored boots and grabbed the single sling backpack he brought along, storing a few miscellaneous things inside, including a sidearm. Slipping the bag on, Ghost stepped out of the room and head off toward the exit. Stepping out of the building, he noticed that whatever meeting Winston was holding had ended and the agents were trickling out, with McCree, Genji and Lena all walking together, McCree's arm slung around Genji's shoulder while they were talking. Spotting him, Lena blinked over and quickly grabbed him his hand.

"James, you should come and meet the others." Tracer said, tugging him along. He put up no resistance and let himself get pulled along and soon enough found himself in front of the two older men, to which he realized assaulted both men. "Jesse, Genji, this is James."

"Oh, we've met." McCree said looking at the younger man. "Boy got the drop on us back when we were searching for him and 76."

"I'm sure he meant no harm." Tracer said as she remember her first run in with him in the crew quarters.

"He flipped me over like a damn flapjack." McCree said.

"He punched me in the face." Genji said without missing a beat. The conversation seem to trail off into an awkward silence for a few moments before Ghost spoke up.

"I am so sorry for that." Ghost said, trying to sound regretful but mostly failing. The conversation once again fell into a tense awkward silence. It would have stayed like that but McCree looked at the two and noticed how nervous Lena was about how tense the situation had gotten between them. Looking further down, he took notice of their intertwined hands and sighed.

"Well it's all in the past now. Best we can do is move on past it and get on with our lives." McCree said tipping his hat forward to hide his gaze. He looked over and saw Tracer visibly relax as he said that and the smile returned to her face. He was having a hard time reading the man because of the mask but the reassuring squeeze from their intertwined hands didn't go unnoticed to him. With Genji silently nodding in agreement, Tracer's mood quickly brightened. "So what's with the new getup? Got somewhere to be?" McCree asked Ghost, gesturing to his outfit and remembering the completely different outfit underneath the armor that all to recognizable to McCree. Tracer looked at McCree with a bit of confusion before realizing what he was referring to.

"Oh, James, you changed!" Tracer said as she let go of his hand and blinked around him, looking him over. "What's the occasion, love?"

"Nothing. I was just bored so I was going to head into town and do a bit of exploring. Maybe find a nice pub to go to and have a few drinks." He asked as he got a bit dizzy from trying to keep track of Tracer blinking around him.

"It's been ages since I've had myself a good pint. Mind if I tag along?" Tracer asked excitedly. "How are you even going to get there?"

"I got a bike."

"I wouldn't a mind a drink myself but that sounds like a ride for two and I don't wanna to impose." McCree said rubbing his chin. "Just make sure you have her back before eleven." Tracer stuck her tongue out at the gunslinger, who just chuckled at the young Brit and ruffled her spiky hair as he walk away. Genji just gave a silent nod before walking away hoping to find somewhere quiet to mediate.

"So shall we be off?" Ghost asked Lena.

"Can we wait for a bit? I want to change first." Lena asked as she realized that she was still in the same clothes she wore in the mission much earlier.

"Sure, go ahead. I'll met you out front. I need to check over the bike anyways." Ghost said. Tracer smile and ran off to change while Ghost just walked off to go find the new mode of transportation. Heading out, Ghost headed to the where 76 said he left their vehicles. After a minute of searching, he found two motorcycles, not a hoverbike like the ones most people were familiar with nowadays. 76 always had an appreciation for the classics and so it shouldn't have surprised him but he had to wonder where and how 76 had acquired them and how he got them here. He was also immediately he grateful that he had learned how to ride a motorcycle when he was younger and often borrowed his mother's old motorcycle when he needed to travel. Assuming the blue, american made one was 76's, he walked over to the black one and started it up, the motorcycle came to life. What he wasn't expecting was that it was a lot quieter than he initially expected, much quieter that any bike he had ever known or heard of. How 76 managed that, he will never know.

Turning off the engine, Ghost continued to the inspect the vehicle until he heard the door opening. Looking back, the door opened up to reveal Lena. It was simple outfit, just jeans, a yellow shirt, her signature jacket, and finally her chronal accelerator on top of that, her goggles nowhere in sight.

"So what do you think?" Lena asked, doing a little spin to show off her chosen casual outfit.

"You look good." Ghost said, a smile hidden under his mask.

"Come on, you can do better than, love." Lena said as she walked up to him.

"Well I would say you look cute but you always look cute so..." Ghost trailed off as he turned to grab the helmet off bike, missing the blush that appeared on Lena's cheeks. Walking over to Lena, he handed her the helmet. "Here. If something happens, I want you as safe as possible."

"What about you?" Lena asked holding the helmet in her hands.

"I have a mask." Ghost said, tapping his mask. Lena didn't like the response and frowned, causing Ghost to sigh and smile at her concern for him. "Don't worry, I'll be fine but I don't want anything happening to you. You are too important, especially to me." He said. "Now come on. McCree said I have to have you back by eleven and I don't want to find out what happens if I bring you home late." Lena pouted at that and mumbled something about him having no control over her under breath while she put on the helmet and adjusted the straps. Getting on the bike behind Ghost, Lena wrapped her arms around him and held on tight as Ghost started the engine and drove off.

A/N

And that's a wrap. I know, not as long as the other chapters but I felt it was nice place to stop. Let me know what you think.

Now, there's a couple of things we see in this chapter beside the growing relationship of Ghost and Tracer. While briefly mentioned, there were mentioned the several characters. The mention of Zarya was to show some of that rogue elements I mention before. If you need me to explain further, I will happily do so. Just me know if I'm not being clear enough here.

So what did you guys think of this chapter? Like it? Hate it? Somewhere in between? Leave a comment/review and let me know or shoot me a PM if that's more your style.

Anyways, thanks again and as always, have a great day.