The skies above the Gibraltar base were a brilliant shade of blue, the sun high and casting a golden hue over the coastal cliffs. It was a rare day off from missions, and the atmosphere around the base felt lighter—like a brief pause in the usual tension that came with being part of Overwatch. You sat by the edge of the platform overlooking the ocean, enjoying the cool breeze when a familiar voice, light and full of energy, broke the tranquility.

"Oi! There ya are!"

Before you could turn around, Tracer blinked into view, her body a flicker of light before she appeared beside you. Her energy harness hummed softly, that soft blue glow always a little mesmerizing. She dropped down next to you in one smooth motion, her legs swinging over the edge like she hadn’t a care in the world, her bright grin as radiant as the sun overhead.

“Didn’t think I’d find ya out here takin’ it easy!” she teased, nudging you with her elbow. “Not that I’m complainin’, mind you. ‘S about time we both got a bit of a break, eh?”

Being around Tracer always had a way of lifting your spirits. Despite everything—missions, battles, the constant looming threats—her optimism was contagious. It was as if nothing could truly keep her down.

She leaned back on her hands, her face tilted toward the sky, eyes squinting in the light. “It’s nice, innit?” she mused, her tone softening for just a moment. “No alarms, no missions—just a day to ourselves. I thought we could, y’know, spend it together. Do somethin’ fun.”

The idea of a quiet day with Tracer was almost surreal. You were used to seeing her darting from battle to battle, always in motion, time itself couldn’t keep up with her. But here she was, sitting next to you, the sound of waves crashing softly below, and for a moment, it felt like the rest of the world had faded away.

She sat up suddenly, eyes sparkling with excitement. “Oh! I’ve got an idea!” she chirped, bouncing to her feet with that signature burst of energy. “Come on, love!"