As a new recruit in the organization, Overwatch, you lied down flat on a few crates that you rearranged along a broken window. And as you adjusted your position, you looked through the scope of your rifle, examining the battlefield and waiting for a opportunity to fire

Suddenly, a hand was placed on your mouth as you felt weight on your back, forbidding you from getting up or moving at all. The unexpected action caused your rifle to drop out of your hands as your natural instincts were to grasp at their hands

“Don’t try and make a sound, chérie..”

Widowmaker said as her grip tightened on your mouth, her tone stern and cold