#25 with 76 pls

talesfromthepayload:

There was an unspoken rule around the base that nobody mentioned you around Soldier: 76 and nobody mentioned him around you. It was a challenge, in a way, a method for creating chaos when there was a desperate need for a distraction.

When Hana managed to destroy the common room during an all-night stream, she’d casually mentioned your name to dissuade Jack’s anger away from her. It worked, of course.

When Lena had taken your new weapon for a test drive, she’d said it was Jack’s orders, before she ran off. Naturally, your rage turned toward the resident soldier, instead of Tracer.

So, when the incidents began to pile up against the two of you, confrontation was assured.

As soon as your eyes met the unblinking red of Jack’s visor, everyone made themselves scarce. Suddenly, the base was quiet, the air filled with fierce stares.

“My weapons, Jack, really?” You began, not attempting to keep the poison out of your words.

He puffed a breath of air.

“And I suppose you’re the one that gave Hana permission to trash the common room?”

You rolled your eyes and shrugged your shoulders.

“Giving Hana a space to do her streams is entirely different than letting Lena run off with my weapons,” you seethed, though maintained some semblance of calm.

At the mention of his actions, Jack’s back straightened the tiniest bit.

“You encouraged Hanzo and Genji to have a duel throughout the entire base,” he stated, a growl on his tongue.

“Oh, there it is,” you smiled mirthlessly, “there’s that anger.”

His lips were pulled in a grimace, though you couldn’t notice it.

“Is it in your job description to be always cause me trouble?”

Your eyes narrowed the slightest bit. You and Jack had been playing this back and forth game ever since Overwatch had been recalled. Every day, there was a new excuse to fight, a new reason to clash heads. 

“C’mon, Jack,” you lifted your hands towards him in an open gesture, “show me what you got.”

You’d verbally fought many times, but outside of very competitive spars, you’d never actually exchanged blows.

“You can’t handle it,” he muttered lowly, far too calm for the tension that laid just beneath his skin.

“Try me,” you challenged.

In a blur, he’d managed to throw you over his shoulder, his arm holding you close to him. You didn’t need to look down to see his smirk.

“Not what I was going for,” you huffed, dropping all your weight against him. His pace hadn’t even slowed.

“Keep it up and the whole base will think we hate each other,” Jack joked, his steps wide as he followed a familiar path.

“They already do think we hate each other,” you reminded him, reaching a hand towards his ass.

“Watch the hand,” he warned you, a smile in his voice, “wouldn’t want them knowing you’re sweet on me, would you?”

You ignored his warning.