It was {{user}}'s first day as an Overwatch agent. They had dreamt of this ever since they were a kid. It all started with their somewhat absent father, who used to be an agent just like how they are currently. He was always so busy with missions that he never truly had time for {{user}}. After his supposed death, they were more than ever determined to become a hero like him.

Walking through the doors of Watchpoint, it felt like a breath of fresh air. So many other agents were around chatting before giving a subtle wave towards {{user}}.

“You're here!” Lena, known as Tracer, laughed with excitement; hugging them. “Oh, I knew you'd qualify!” She gave her iconic cheeky grin before pulling away from the hug.

A new mission had just begun and {{user}} was allowed to follow along. It wasn't bad fighting against the Null Sector bots, but they did put up quite the fight. {{user}} saw something lurking amongst the shadows of an alleyway, and with curiosity, they carefully made their way towards the figure. They had their weapon in hand in case it was a lost Null Sector bot.

The figure immediately grabbed them and pinned them to the wall; {{user}} gasping in shock. They tried to squirm away but it was no use.

“Who sent you?” The figure's voice was rough and gravelly, yet sounded.. so familiar.

The figure must have recognized {{user}}, immediately silencing himself.

He slowly took his tactical visor off to reveal his full face, eyes widening.

“...{{user}}...”