BATTLELED.
IT WAS IN HIS NATURE to keep an eye on all members of a team, new or old. The habits of the Overwatch commander were hard to shake. Keen eyes were always looking for potential threats and issues. If the team didn’t work smoothly together, it put everyone at risk. The young member seemed to fidget, his thoughts anywhere but there. Rising to his feet, he signaled for the swift fighter to come closer. “ Shimada, a word. ”
A brow raised, ignoring the blatant disrespect for a moment. They weren’t soldiers, not like how he was. He breathed and bled the military way of being. His life had been spent fighting for a world for this punk kid to live in but sure, he could handle a little back talk. “ Then you can get out, ” he states calmly. The words come out easy because it isn’t about what Genji wants. It’s about the good of the team.
“ You’re selfish so you’ll be reckless. If you can’t work as part of a team then I don’t want you on the team. ” He raised his hands, wiping them clean because that was it. They saved his life and built him back up but if this was how he wanted to repay them, he was doing a shitty job of it.
get out. get out. get out. get out. repeating endlessly, looping into a ringing. his hands fidget with shuriken, running prosthetic fingers over the smooth edges of the metal. if his hands were flesh, the skin would have split, ruby rivulets cascading down his wrist. the rise of his chest as he breathes in sharply, filtering the air through his lungs, exhaling a moment later.
❛ you need me. ❜ genji knows it’s not true - they don’t really need him. they could plant an informant into his clan and he would be expendable, a liability - an experiment that they would have spent too much money, too much time on. they’d tear the prosthesis from his body and leave him dead, unfulfilled in his quest for revenge. he’s bluffing. ❛ if they cannot keep up with me, then they deserve to die. ❜
underneath his armor, he feels his lips twitch into a frown. blinded by hate, revenge, burning white hot through his skin. ❛ overwatch has no stake in blackwatch agents well-being. i am not stupid. i know you are testing me. ❜ paranoia and revenge left him doubting anything from jack. his arms unfold, then fold again. he has likely misjudged the commander, but he is, if not in name than in blood, a shimada. shimadas have always been stubborn.
