(Sorry about the whole derp chapter, I'm just experiencing some major writer's block along with some time difficulties, and I needed something to lighten my mood!~)
The omic crisis had come as a shock to the world. It had been one of the things that could have happened, but it far more violent then what was expected. It exposed just how vulnerable their world was, and just how dangerous the omics really were. The world created the task force Overwatch, to defeat the omics and keep the peace. One by one the world sent in talented individuals. The US sent in two of their soldiers; it was rumored that they had given them genetic enhancements, but most people just brushed it off as fake.
One of those two soldiers was Jack Morrison. He had been slightly surprised to be selected for the group, but he felt that it had some sort of strength to it. He quickly bonded with senior officer Gabriel Reyes, despite how different they were. Jack made sure to get to know the small group. He started out with Ana, thinking her to be the least intimidating one. He was quickly proved wrong, although beneath her cold exterior, she was actually very caring. Jack next tried to get to know Torbjörn, although the first encounter ended pretty badly when he mistakenly called him a dwarf. Jack got to know Reinhardt, and was slightly amazed about how many stories he had to tell, and the fact that he had a scar to go with each one.
The first mission they had was a failure, as no one really knew each other's strengths and weaknesses. Eventually they figured out what they had to do, the first successful mission going quite well. They kept getting new members, each seeming to know what they were good at, and being easily incorporated into the team attack. For a short time they even had one of the younger Shimada's working with them.
All was well, at least, for time being.
Jack felt himself being shook, moving between a state of unconsciousness and reality. Cracking his eyes open, he was blinded by a bright beam of light, and he could swear he saw wings. The calm lasted for only a split second, before he started choking out water. It took him around three minutes to stop coughing out the water, and another two for him to catch his breath. He looked up, a hard slap causing his face to burn.
"YOU BLOODY IDIOT! WHAT THE HECK WERE YOU THINKING?!"
76 looked up to see Tracer shouting at him. was staring at the ground, looking rather guilty. He grit his teeth, not bothering to listen to Lena. He stood up, realizing quickly how exhausted he was, and how soaked his clothes were. He knew that Lena could tell who he was, and was most likely trying to hold it in. Afterall, he was supposed to be dead.
"Tracer?" He interrupted, "Can I talk to you alone, at least, where the kid isn't there?"
She stared at him, before nodding, wanting some sort of explanation. Jack walked over, picking up his jacket with the bright red 76, and put it on, before starting to walk back to the building.