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Prolog

The name given to me has been long forgotten.  My chosen name is all anyone knows. 

I thought I had a decent amount of people in my life.  Ones I could call friends; Family even.  It wasn't what most would consider a large group of people.  But they were still people I had cared for that I thought cared about me.  But their true colors didn't show till shortly after I was recruited for Overwatch.  Now if they're asked about me, they say " (first name)? Who's that?" And don't even recognize me from photos. 

It's honestly nothing I should be surprised about or shouldn't have expected.  I was a nobody before I was recruited and I'll most likely die a nobody on the field.   I'm not looking to make myself into something great.  But if I could help save a person or two, then my life wasn't a total waste.  To be completely honest; I'm still pretty shocked they actually wanted me to join.  I was absolutely horrible in gym and my grades were honestly horrid to the point my councilor suggest I just drop out.  Yet commander Morrison himself came to my school to see me.  Said him and his partner saw ' potential' in me but didn't specify what kind. 

That was before my senior year ended, and before I turned eight teen.  They said they be waiting for me, and they actually did.  Because on my eighteenth birthday I got a little birthday call from commander Morrison and another he refereed to as 'Gabe' and 'Reyes'.  They both wished me a happy birthday and if I was still interested in their offer.  Which the call alone left me on shock.  I had agreed, I mean it was either try it out there and try not to fuck up or live on the streets since I got kicked out. 

And now here a sit, all alone in the carrier waiting for commander Morrison to come get me.  For what feels like means, maybe even an hour.  And I hate every second of it, being alone, left with my own toxic thoughts, building up paranoia and false scenarios.

'...What if they already regret bring me here?...'

'...Why would they even want me on their team?...'

'...I'm just going to be some messily support... I'm sure they already have lots of those... much better than me...'

'...They didn't even tell me what team they wanted me on...'

'...what if I seriously blow this?..'

'You will '

'...What if I mess up so bad they regret even thinking I was a good candidate?...'

' They will '

"Hey newbie..."

'...What if they end up not liking me?...'

"...Recruit"

'...What am I think?...'

"..Hey kid"

' why would they '

"Kid!"

I was snapped out of my thoughts as my eyes shot up to find two men in front of me.  One I recognized right away, Jack Morrison.  The other though... I haven't seen before.  But judging by the slight height difference of this man being just a bit taller.  the mainly black and dark outfit following a chest plat over his hoodie, and arms crossed over it.  That this was 'Gabe Reyes', commander of Blackwatch.  From what I've been told very briefly about these two was that they were basically yin and yang, which I can now see since commander Morrison has a more welcoming and friendly aurora to him while commander Reyes... well he had the glare and pants shitting intimidation aurora to him and he already looked pretty annoyed.

'...S H I T... how long have they been waiting for me to stop being such a space cadet??...'

I quickly went to stand up, stumbling slight as I did. Too embarrassed to look up at them let alone keeping any form of eye contact.  "S-sorry sirs!" I stuttered out, cursing myself mentally for it.
familiar from what little videos I would see online, which apparently was much because I know nothing about them really.  Then there's third one.  Which had me give off a noticeable brow raise.