Overwatch x Reader [CLOSED]

Soldier: 76

I know this is similar to the previous part, but they were both in the same ask.
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The old soldier was always either training or on a mission. The only time he would be relaxing is when he's asleep or the five minutes he's eating. He would always be on his feet moving around.

It worried you, for the case of his health. The tension could not be good for him. He just needs to relax for at least an hour, you just wanted him to sit down. So you thought to give him a treat- well force it to him because you knew how stubborn he could be, you were going to make him cave into it. There was no other option.

There were only two possible places he could be if he wasn't on a mission. Training room or gym. So it didn't take you long to find him. He was by himself in the gym on the treadmill jogging, not a single drip of sweat broken. You couldn't help but watch him, he was your boyfriend after all. After a few minutes you finally decided to stop watching him in all his glory and approach him.
"Hey there soldier." You greeted with a smile as you slid into his vision. Your sudden appearance caused the soldier to trip slightly, almost falling off of the treadmill but he quickly regained the pace of his jog.
"What is it you want?" He knew you wanted something with look that was on your face.
"What I want is for you to relax." You could tell he was looking at you confused as his forehead wrinkled above his visor.
"How?"
"Back massage."
"When's the appointment?" He knew you would plan something ahead and organize it all enforcing him to do the task.
"Now, if you step off the treadmill. I've set up the room already." Jack sighed turning off the treadmill and started to make his way to his room.

When he opened the room he was honestly shocked as his room was fragrance with vanilla candles dimly lighting his room creating a relaxing mood. His muscles already becoming undone. I the middle of the room there was a table that a masseuse would use.
"Now if you could discard your clothes, and visor if you wish, so that way we can start your appointment." You spoke in a professional manner. Jack quickly discarded his shirt and visor on his desk before placing himself on the table.

He heard you open a bottle and squirt something into your hands. He flinched as something cold touched his back but then soon relaxed as your hands started to work their magic releasing his muscles from their knots. Jack rolled his shoulder as he felt lighter and looser. Faint moans of pleasure emitted from the back of his throat as you applied more pressure and slowly moving your palms up and down.

When the hour was up Jack could barely stand up because his body felt so light and free. He rolled his shoulders with a smile, a true smile that you've only seen about once or twice.
"Thank you (y/n). You made this old dog feel young again."