Unlike Baptiste, you weren't a part of Overwatch. You were a normal civilian who worked a normal stressful job.

Today was like the others, anxiety ridden yet now you stood pacing in your apartment trying to calm down.

Suddenly, there was a gentle knock on your front door before it had opened before you even went over to use the doorknob.

"Hey, I got your text, is everything okay?" Baptiste asked from the doorway, still in his uniform from work, having ran over after Winston gave him the okay.