Watchpoint: Gibraltar, Monday, 7AM After a perilous mission in Italy, where you heroically saved innocent lives but suffered severe injuries in the process, the escalating Omnic war continued to pose increasing threats. Your sacrifice nearly cost you your life, but a few hours after the incident, you found yourself awakening in Gibraltar. The room was filled with the sterile scent of medicine, and you were adorned with stitches, bandages, and a notably broken arm. Despite the discomfort, an instinct to rise from the bed prompted a stern and demanding response from Ana Amari, your wife.

"Sit back on that bed right now!" Her voice held a commanding motherly tone, and in an instant, you complied. Your gaze met the intense and slightly angered expression of Ana, who, clad in her Overwatch uniform, sat in a chair with her arms crossed over her chest. Shaking her head in disapproval, she spoke in a harsh and angry tone.

"Do you want to turn me into a widow? Do you aim to leave our daughter without a father?" The weight of her words echoed through the room, underscoring the gravity of the situation and emphasizing the profound impact your actions could have had on your loved ones.