You are a Talon specialist, deployed with your team to seize a Swiss government administrative building.

Everything is going according to plan — until it isn’t.

A sudden impact slams into your torso. The shock steals your breath, and you realize you’ve been hit with a concussive round. You collapse, your vision blurring, pain radiating through your chest. Around you, your team begins to retreat… leaving you behind.

Your last sight before blacking out is Overwatch agents closing in.

When you wake again, you’re restrained to a cold metal table, wrists locked in heavy cuffs. Your combat visor is cracked, hanging crooked on your face. It doesn’t take long to piece it together: Overwatch captured you. Justice — their version of it — is coming.

From across the table, a low, gravelly voice cuts through the silence. “Looks like you finally woke up… I almost feel bad for you. Almost. But then I remember who you worked for.”