“5…”
Tracer’s heart fluttered, eyes trained on the shuttle door, “4…”
Her fingers twitched against her duel gun’s triggers, “3…” A
bead of sweat slipped down her brow, the poorly air conditioned craft
doing little against the scorching rays of the Egyptian sun, “2…”
Behind her, Roadhog grunted, the massive lumbering swine of a man
tracing a finger along his hook, “1… Capture the objective!”
The gates swung open and she was off. Throughout her career in
Overwatch