Missing in Action || McCree x Reader x Hanzo

Chapter Twelve: Mission 2710

Angela had primarily just questioned you. What do you remember? What happened? Who was there? All of the fuzzy details you either could or couldn't recall, you confided all of it onto the doctor. All the while, the calm blonde woman scribbled it on a thin tablet.

You sat patiently until you began to fidget. Angela took notice and she gently placed a hand on your knee to calm you. You look up at her and she stares back with what you thought was a small smile and—pity?

You tilt your head with confusion; why would she be looking at you like that?

"I think," she started. "It is time."

"Time for what?" you sputter. Angela simply gave you a tight-lipped smile before moving away with her clipboard.

"Come with me, [Y/N]," she says almost too quietly. She offers you a slender hand to help you down from the table. You take it and slide down, pulling down your t-shirt and listening to your bare feet touch the tiles with a satisfying 'pat'.

Angela led you barefooted down the hall. You didn't mind much, but it was odd for a doctor to not remember to give you slippers or something to protect your feet.

She stopped abruptly at a door and knocked on it gently three times.

"We are here," she speaks softly. You stare at the door and recognize it as your commander's.

"Enter," was the deep, gruff answer.

The door opened with an intense creak. Angela stepped to the side to allow you in. You raised a brow at her as you entered but she simply let you pass. As you finally entered, Angela started closing the door behind you.

"I will be out here if you need me," she says supportively. You furrow your brows. Why would you need a doctor nearby?

"Why, is he going to execute me?" you reply, hoping for a laugh. When it didn't come, your smile faltered and watched the door close.

You turned to face your commander who was at his desk. But this time, he looked more disheveled than ever. He looked more tired than usual and he motioned for you to sit.

You stare at the uncomfortable chairs laid out before you and settled for the left one—it hasn't failed you before.

"I think it's time we told you the truth," Jack sighs. You look up and try not to fidget. "There's a reason why Talon took you and there's a reason everyone is so on edge around you."

"Because my ability is weird?" you try to guess. "Intense night vision is something even domestic cats have. The heavy gravity is to slow enemies down—we have so many guns that do the same thing! And my battle rifle isn't even that—"

"Can you just shut up and listen?" your commander snapped. His aura was enough to put you back down into your seat. You clamped your jaws shut. He rubs his face in stress and finally pulls out a large file. He hands it to you. The only thing on the old-school file was the numbers "2710".

You open it up and you see your Overwatch profile. Picture, date of birth, security numbers, all of it.

"What is all of this?" you whisper.

"Mission 2710 is you, [Y/N]," Jack answers. His voice is tight, like he doesn't want the words to come out. "Your abilities were interesting and too dangerous for a teenager to walk around rampant with it. So, reluctantly, with a group of doctors under Moira's command, decided to make you a sleeper agent. When you were under its influence, your memories of being under control is slipped into your unconscious mind. When we realized that it came back to you in night terrors and dreams, we began to be afraid of you waking up in the middle of the mission.

"Moira created a strange dog whistle that only targeted you. Animals like dogs can hear it but not to the velocity of what you probably feel. Moira said there would be side effects like headaches, but it was to put you back under to keep you under control. Your incredible marksmanship, your night vision, your keen sense of hearing and smell to track down enemies, then use your gravity pull to slow them down or keep them in place so they can't scream or run for help—it made you the perfect assassin."

"So you couldn't just ask me?" you growl. "You had to make me into a robot!"

"Stay calm, [Y/N]," Jack warns. His hands were clutched tight together. "We don't want to call Dr. Zeigler to keep you reprimanded."

You glare at him before you sit back down. This was—impossible!

"What happened to all of the civilians that day?" you finally say in a hoarse whisper. "Why the consistent nightmares?"

"The girl you saved was secretly working for Los Muertos," your commander starts. "Her employers found out about your sleeper status and the serum we used to control you. You were captured and they led you to believe you were infiltrating a large crowd of mercenary agents. They used you for a terrorist attack against civilians.

"Shortly afterwards, we reprimanded you and made sure you went to a deep sleep. Your mission—2710—was to hide. We hid you in a small town as a civilian so they couldn't get you again. But then you found your own place and your own job—it became hard to track you without making it obvious we were sending agents in town. Your return was rather abrupt and we had to improvise."

You sat in silence for a long time. He let you have everything sink in and you fidgeted with your hands.

"I don't," you murmur. "I don't want to forget anymore."

"That's what we're investigating," Jack replied. "You were awake when we found you from the run-down science lab."

You were silent for a bit longer. Finally, you stand and push in your seat.

"Soldier, where do you think you're going?"

"I uh..." you sighed. "Permission to retire for the night, Sir."

Jack stared at you for a moment. He seemed taken aback by the fact you were polite and actually asked him permission.

"Permission granted," Jack nodded. "Keep in mind Dr. Zeigler also has permission to accompany you to make any of your thoughts, questions, or sufferings to ease."

"More medicine?" you snap.

"Precisely."

You glare at him before staring down at the file. He snatches it out of your grasp before your fingers even touched the edges of the folder. You huff and quickly leave.

You dismissed Angela as you exited the room. You blindly made your way back to your room only to run into another figure. You groaned.

"Get out of my way, I've had a long day," you snarl. You look up and jolt. Your eyes widened and you staggered back—this was definitely the last person you wanted to see today.

"That ain't a ladylike thing to say."