@agbarans said: "Strike Commander Morrison." Honeyed voice rumbled from broad chest, Akande's head tipped in a show of genuine respect at the visage of Overwatch's figurehead. "It is a pleasure to meet you. I trust that you and I will be able to do great things together, if you allow me your time. I feel we have much to discuss."
. ㅤOne thing Jack had never quite adjusted to was the prevalence of formal functions that Overwatch was expected to attend. Investors and politicians had felt like a necessary evil in the beginning, now they just seemed evil. And Jack was still expected to shake hands and listen to them talk about stocks and humble concerns like they knew anything that went into Overwatch's functions. Listening to vapid self-labeled aristocrats hadn't been listen as a job function.
ㅤ. Hiding out on a veranda was one of the few little mercies. He could still hear the distant chatter and music, and the lights were still glaring behind him, but it was dulled.
. ㅤAt the sound of his title, he stifled a sigh and put on one of his placid smiles, turning around.
ㅤ. He stared a moment, caught off-guard by the man's good looks. But he caught himself belatedly, clearing his throat and offering a hand for a handshake.
. ㅤ"Pleasure's all mine. I- uh, didn't catch your name?"