The first time you met it was in the midst of battle. You were separated from your squad on an infiltration mission on a Talon base. Basically, the worst time ever to be on your own and injured. A bomb had discharged in the middle of your squad, an absolute miracle none of your team was caught in the blast and killed. Unfortunately, shrapnel was now lodged in your firing arm. Help would be a long time coming.
The Alpha squad was far ahead, leading the primary charge into the base. They are the higher ranked members in Overwatch. Meaning Delta squad, your squad, was the furthest and last to receive quality aid. Dr. Ziegler was in high demand, especially when out on the field as Mercy. Without your medic, you would not be able to move from your spot as the bleeding continued to stain your fatigues. Your nondominant hand clutched at the wound.
You were scared to take out your pusle pistol, modeled after Soldier:76's own pulse rifle, and attempt firing to get to the evacuation site. When 76 led a squad lesson at the shooting range, he had stressed the importance of ambidexterity when shooting a gun. "When an arm gets blown off, you have to still be useful." Not the best delivery of advice but exceedingly pertinent in this situation. You felt if you had to, you could fire well enough with your other hand. You grimaced, hand instead going to your comms. You hadn't exhausted your resources yet.
"Delta squadron, this is D-4. I am injured and can no longer shoot, please advise."
"D-4, this is D-1. We are too far from the site of the explosion to retrieve you. Wait until the evac for us to come get you." Your heart fell. You expected as much, his orders aligning with every rule concerning fallen behind comrades. Logic did nothing to alleviate the distressing scent you were releasing.
You swallowed,"Affirmitive."
You settled down for the wait, when you saw a flash of green. What? Your team had cleared the area... You pulled out your pulse pistol and nearly fired into the air when an omnic face appeared at your side. It was Genji. He placed his hand on your pistol, lowering it until he held the gun and pocketed it in its holster.
What was a member of the Alpha squad doing here?
He must of noticed your confused face when he responded in that half human half electronic hum,"You smelled distressed."
Your face bloomed into a blush. Of course Genji was an alpha. Most members of Overwatch were. You however, are an omega that was placed on this squad because of the well known, level headed and calming prescence omegas have on the other classes.
You hummed,"Well when you get shot and separated from your squad, you'd be distressed too."
He laughed, a hybrid of his voice and the whir of his body. He offered a shoulder for you to lean on, and you found yourself smiling at the masked fugue.
Not even wondering why a member of the alpha squad would come rescue you.
