Overwatch x Reader

Cassidy x Reader: Closure Part Two

Pop the popcorn, bring the tissues, and enjoy the ride!

Cold air hit my face as I came down from the dropship, my eyes adjusting to the bright snow-covered landscape of Gibraltar. It was a smaller base than I expected, looking a little run-down as it's one of the few older bases from back in the golden age of Overwatch. I looked down to see two welcoming faces, a talking gorilla scientist and a climate scientist; people I've never officially met but heard a lot about from Lena. Winston was a lot bigger than the photos Lena showed me, but he was a great tour guide as he showed me around base. Mei was a bit shy, just like Lena told me, but you could tell how passionate she was with her work. Her omnic companion, Snowball, flew around with us as we walked through the hallways. A lot of the base's interior was small and compact. Only a few working communal showers and a select amount of dorm rooms that weren't completely snowed in. Mei explained that the reason why was because not a lot of agents stayed in Gibraltar for very long, some coming here for only a short period of time before transferring to another base. As sad as it was, she said she liked the tight-knit community it made. I agreed, from what I've seem so far; the little paper snowflake decor that would sometimes appear as we passed each corridor, every single room we entered having at least a few agents inside talking like a group of friends, and the way you'd know when dinner was being cooked just by the aroma of spices in the halls. There was a feeling of comfort here, a feeling of home. It wasn't superficial or performative, it felt genuine. Unlike my introductions to agents at the other base, I met every agent over dinner. Mei made a big hot pot for dinner, every agent going to a makeshift dining room that used to be a place for meetings. I'd find out later that a lot of meetings take place in Winston's and Mei's shared lab. It was there that I met Genji, a cyborg ninja who was a veteran member of Overwatch and formerly worked in the black ops division. He sat next to Dr. Angela Zeigler, or as most know her as, Mercy. Anyone who was anyone knew who she was, but it was pleasant getting to meet her in-person. She was as kind as they say, but very work-oriented; she reminded me to send her my medical records. Zarya sat next to me, a former body builder who was relatively new to working in Overwatch just like me. She was more conversational than the rest but helped bring others into the conversation and keep things going. After dinner, everyone would gather at the lounge for movie night- a small little get-together that happened every week where one agent chooses a movie. It was Genji's turn, so we ended up watching a Studio Ghibli film. We all sat around the tv huddled up in fuzzy blankets, Winston coming down to offer some popcorn which I gladly munched on. I couldn't see why anyone would want to leave this base, maybe it's the smaller dorm space or the older-tech that could take some getting used to. But everything so far has just been lovely.

I come down to my dorm after wishing everyone a good night, almost missing my door completely before I read my key card a third time. Before the tour started, Winston had me drop off my stuff at my bed. Part of me wanted to simply put my suitcase on the floor and fall asleep, but I knew that most bases don't give new agents time to pack by the second day. I was still on that positive energy high from earlier, so I opened up my suitcase and started to unpack. Just as I was about to put away one of my lounge shirts, my phone buzzed in my back pocket. I sighed, just when I was about to be productive. I put the shirt down on my bed, grabbing my phone to see the number of a person that I've been trying to not think about. I stare down at the small picture I put as his contact photo, that silly photo I snapped when he drank a little too many whiskeys after celebrating a mission. He couldn't stop laughing that night, he would laugh at the wind if it just brushed him. It didn't matter what anyone said to him, a lazy grin was permanently stuck on his lips. Lena put a spoon on her nose, doing an impression of who knows what and he thought it was the funniest thing he ever saw. He threw his head back, rumbling with a hardy laugh before leaning his arm on the table as he brushed a hand through his chocolate brown hair, forgetting he had his hat on and knocking it over before he registered its disappearance. That was when I took that photo, laughing along with him at his childish humor that felt so care-free. He didn't remember the night after, having a huge migraine during breakfast the following morning. It was a happy memory of a simpler time, when we were just two friends with a secret crush on the other. Before things were... No, I can't think about that. I left that base for a reason. Things are over between me and him. But why is he calling me now? It's half past ten at night, I should be trying to pack my things and get ready for bed. But instead, I stare at my phone screen as it rings in my hand; watching the picture I took of him fade back to my home screen as a notification pops up saying missed call Cassidy. I felt a sinking feeling deep inside, replacing my happy mood from earlier. I sighed, what could he possibly want after what he said to me? Should I even call back? No, I have nothing to say to him- at least nothing good. My phone buzzed again, his contact photo coming back to view. Great, he's gonna keep doing this? Why bother? He told me to my face he never wanted to see me again, and I left. He didn't second-guess himself, he stared right at me with the meanest look he could muster; just after I apologized and explained my actions to him. As if nothing I said matters, as if his mind was already made up. He didn't care about what I said then, so why should I care about what he has to say now? What happened between us is over, there's nothing to say when everything's been said. I did all I could and I got everything I needed from him to stick to my decision to transfer. Besides, I have more important things to focus on: my job as an agent and my own happiness. I hit the hang-up button with my thumb, watching my phone screen background return. I decided to block him before I went back to putting away my clothes. I played the song Strong Enough by Cher to fill the silence in the room, feeling my happy mood returning as I put away my folded shirts into drawers. I sang along quietly, nodding my head to the beat as the pile of clothes in my suitcase diminished. So he calls me up? So what? He doesn't deserve to hear my voice, to have my attention. I was strong enough to leave him behind, to put myself first in all of this. I let him spew his venom towards me and I didn't cry once. I'm putting my career and myself first for once, I didn't join Overwatch for him or anyone else. So, no, there's no way in hell I'm letting a cowboy mess with my head and my heart ever again.