[ places a badly wrapped gift box in front of her and grins; the box itself containing a brightly orange jumper and a new pilot jacket with 'TRACER? stitched in an arch across the back ] ❛ Merry Christmas, English. ❜
The gift comes as a surprise–many of the gifts had been distributed that morning and Lena had gratefully left the festivities behind in favor for silence and a cup of tea. Though noise and excitement tended to be her forte, the holidays always brought about a small amount of bittersweet emotions swirling through her. Though, of course, it wasn’t much different from the rest. Rough times surrounded the holidays for every member of Overwatch, each finding their own stride in the silence that had taken the base.“Aw, Jesse!” Her face exploded into a grin, genuine cheer overtaking the formerly solemn look. “What’s this?” The paper was torn off with careful intensity, leaving it intact to ball up and throw at the cowboy. Its contents forced a gentle gasp from the woman. “Jesse–” Small hands pulled the clothing from the box. “You.. this..” Words failed her. The lettering was traced, once, twice, three times. Despite the casualness that Jesse exuded, rough emotion coursed through her. It meant more than he could imagine. “Thank you Jesse. Thank you so much!”Her words were punctuated with the unexpected sight of Lena lurching at him, wrapping both arms around his larger form. “This is amazing.”















