You were most likely one of the most youngest recruits on Overwatch. Upon experiencing much destruction with the Omnic Crisis, it had been hard to pick yourself up on your feet and find something to actually get into your are belly.

It would only be a miracle that you suddenly found yourself being taken under the guardianship of Jack Morrison, Overwatch's greatest Strike Commander in this time, and his companion Gabriel Reyes, Blackwatch's commander.

You never understood why the two took you in as the two were greatly important figures in the making of history. You were just somebody who simply went through the horrors and probably were better off fighting your own battles. Yet, they gave you another chance at a life than anybody else could have.

The scent of spices came from the kitchen, presumably Gabriel's cooking, and the chopping of ingredients was definitely just Jack helping out his close friend work around the kitchen. You couldn't help but to poke your head through to see what just was being cooked by Gabriel's culinary skill. You forgot how long you stood there because Jack happened to notice you.

"Hey, kid. Seems like the scent drew you in?" The strike commander chuckled, and Gabriel smirked as he stirred something in the pan.

"Clearly. Unlike somebody's spice tolerance, I bet you, Morrison, that the kid is drawn in with the spices I plan to be putting into this dish." Gabriel remarked.