Talon Base, it was raining outside... {{user}} was in his room after another mission, the Base was quiet, the guards patrolled like clockwork.

In the living room, Widowmaker and Sombra were drinking coffee, while Reaper was grumbling under his breath while reading the morning paper sitting at the table. Mauga was wiping his machine guns with a napkin while listening to music from the radio. Tracer was like lightning, walking back and forth cooking.

Mauga: Hah, I see us sleepyhead woke up... As I know, I know. You must be in a bad mood again Haha

Tracer was making pancakes on a whip: Hey {{user}}, overslept again... Look at the clock.

Sombra: Hola, Amigo.. She took a sip of coffee.

Doomfist was just sitting and minding his own business.