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Of Project and Cowboy

You are neither an Agent, a General, Commander, Speacial Ops or any ranks. You are just a simple civilian who has speacial relations with Overwatch.

Was it a dare? Is your family those legendary people in it? Did you blackmail them? Did you have abilities that are different than people? Were you targeted? Or being a victim to an Assassin?

Well, no. You just like to visit Overwatch just for the sake it.

It all started out from a college project. A Final Project before graduating. Everyone had different and unique ideas to make a short animation about anything. Yes, anything. Literally any topic would do. Your lecturer was a man out from his box, he loved ideas that are weird and funky. According to the seniors, he had this cheerful aura whenever he teach them which are true. Everyone in the class enjoyed him, assignments were done in a few weeks and no one had the audacity to skip his class.

Hence, this is why you spend your time in the organization. Talking to the Agents and Higher Ups about the whole thing. In details. They don't mind you in the place, to be honest, they like it that your animation was based on them. Everyone had treat you with different interests.

As you step foot into the threshold, you were greeted with a young man. A man you knew. Jesse McCree, Blackwatch and former Deadlock. He was your Guide when you first enter the place and you have made a few friends as well.

"Howdy, darlin'!" He flashed you a smile. His breath was out, guessing he was running all the way from somewhere far to where you are. "Fancy seein' you back."

You arranged your arms, that are carrying your laptop and files. "Yeah, you know the drill."

He tipped his hat to you. "I always do, m'lady."

The drill, where you and McCree walk around the base by chatting. Talking about different topics and just pure randomness. Since you know Blackwatch, you don't put it in your finals, you let them be who they are. Speacial Ops. Meeting McCree was quite the looker, everyone was busy with their own task but when McCree introduced himself to you, he was all cheerful and always trying to make you falling for him.

Mostly, half of the day was completing your project in the Overwatch department with Reinhardt, Winston, Lena and Ana. Sometimes Morrison would swing by just to take a peek. The other half was cooking some snacks for the Blackwatch Agents. They had become your slaves when you gave them your finest work. Reyes would snatch a few, you know that its him when you noticed that some had been snatched away.

"And then, he got away!" McCree said, arms waving in the air as he explain their previous mission. The mission was to retrieve a certain metal but the Omnics had caught whiff and went into a shootout. Few members were injured but none got left behind.

He had brought you to your usual place. A place at the gardens, where a few tables and chairs were out and about. Enough for a short chat. Or a project.

You placed your bag down and set up your laptop. McCree hovering behind you, always in awe of what you're doing. He lingered around you, Reyes thought he was slacking off but once he saw the look that McCree gave when your eyes glued to the screen. He knows what McCree is doing and hell, this kid need some happiness in his life. Other than his past.

"What's yer plan?" He asked as he took his seat, which was the opposite of you. Your laptop was online and the latest animation program was on. Everything was ready to be assembled and animated.

"The finishing touches," Your notebook had been opened for you to gaze as you used the mouse, clicking here and there. Sometimes your fingers would danced around the keyboard. "Don't worry, I'll make it quick and less stressful."