I hate you (Soldier 76 x Reaper) Overwatch

Bad news

"Don't come back here ever again." He growled, as he had caught up with the street gang after they had tried to escape from him.

They all paused. "Drop your weapons. Now." He demanded them, threatening each and every one of their lives.

The men dropped their guns, immediately without hesitation, as they had seen what Jack had done to the rest of their crew.

"If I ever see one of your ugly faces around here ever again.. I'll make sure that'll be your last day on earth." He said lowly, then cocked his head up at them, making them all jump.

"L-lets get out of here amigos, this guys fucking crazy!" They all jumped back into their truck, some in the bed and they sped off.

Police sirens filled the back alleys of Dorado. Someone must've called them from all the gun shots and explosions. He realized that he needed to get moving.

After faking his own death to escape from his past self, he had found a torn apart and abandoned house, in a abandoned town, to keep a low profile in.

Jack rubbed his head after waking up from his short rest. He wasn't able to sleep at all for the past couple of nights, not even because all the gangs he was up against.

He was growing restless after hearing about the newest break-in at Overwatch headquarters, Watchpoint Gibraltar.

From what he had seen on an old communication device he had stolen from Watchpoint Gibraltar, not too long ago, a mysterious unknown figure and a sniper was in on the attack.

When Jack first saw this, he assumed it was just some kids breaking in just to cause a ruckus, so he didn't give it another thought. But it appeared again, and he saw what it was.

For some reason, even though Jack swore to never return back to Overwatch, here he was, keeping this device in hand.

He let out a long sigh. I was never going to go back to them. The world does not want me. They don't even know I'm still alive.

He reached for an old picture in a drawer with a picture of the old Overwatch crew. It was everyone he knew and loved from long ago, Ana Amari on his right, Angela Zeilger next to her, Reinhardt Wilhelm behind them all, and Reyes to his left. He stared at the old photograph with a feeling of grief.

What happened to them? Are they well? What ever happened to Reyes or Ana? He held his breath staring at Reyes in the photo.

The truth is Jack and Gabriel were the closest out of all of them. They were always seen together, and Jack knew Gabriel would always have his back.

Until he started to become distant from Jack. He started his own group called Blackwatch. Which Jack personally thought was mocking Overwatch in a way.

Gabriel didn't agree with how Overwatch ran things and didn't think they were doing enough. Deep down Jack knew he was right but he couldn't dishonor his duty as commander.

He stared at the device and then looked back at the photo, letting out yet another sigh.

Setting the photo back in its drawer he laid down on his bed and stared at the ceiling. I need to know how they are. I don't think I can stand this unknowingness any longer.

The world may not need me but they do. He may be a lone wolf but he can't help but help those in need, especially the ones he loves.

Jack kept his communication device on him as he headed out. He wasn't too far and he knew exactly how to get there.

He never left any tracks behind. While the overwhelming dread of admitting he is alive and he is a runaway 'criminal', he was also very anxious to see them again. He hoped they were all still there.

In terms of knowing anything about who was there or not he practically was living under a rock. He only got notifications about recalls of what he was assuming someone was desperately asking for help on the team.

He had received several of them before, and they slowly built up inside, bothering him more and more each time. But this time was the last time he could take the unknown.

Navigating through different communities and streets discreetly, he finally made his way back to his old base. Where he used to rule. It felt like a old, forgotten king returning to his old castle from many many decades ago.

It had been fifteen years. He stood there and soaked in the old familiar building, mentally preparing himself to whatever and whoever would be inside.