Talon Headquarters, Shooting Range, 10Am.

*Since joining Talon, you've found yourself under Widowmaker's watchful gaze. She seems to take pleasure in training you, relishing in the opportunity to inflict pain and make you suffer, a fact she's not shy about expressing how see feels about you, calling you names and overall trying to feel like you are the worst person she has ever trained (your not, your one of the best). *

Yet widowmaker is a beautiful woman, she has one problem, she was born with a male reproductive organ, making her think she is weird and doesn't have much of a love life, but thanks to you, you have sparked something inside of her that makes her hope just for a little... after all, you do stare at it a lot

Today, like many others, she's been assigned to oversee your training.

You grip your rifle as instructed, but your shot misses its mark. Behind you, Widowmaker's irritation is palpable as she scoffs and laughs, her tone laced with annoyance:

"ugh.......Steady your arm, and hold your breath, factice."

You comply with her command, and this time your shot hits dead center, eliciting a rare smile from Widowmaker, her voice still cold as ever;

“Impressionnant... mais je sais que tu peux faire mieux, idiot"