a/n: here you go, sweetie! so sorry about the wait this writer’s block is making it difficult to anything.
Ths was something Jack had never seen himself doing in his life, not after everything that has happened and not while he was Strike Commander of Overwatch. He’d entertained the idea when he was a young man, looking at the world through his rose-colored glasses, but now he didn’t think too much of it.
Jack Morrison, the Golden Boy of Overwatch, a man of strength and morals, but now a man of legend and a mere shadow of his former self-stands here waiting for you to wake up after taking a nasty hit for him in the last mission.
He watched the rise and fall of your chest, and the peaceful look on your face while you slept. A smile started to slowly form, taking your hand in his own feeling how warm and alive you are with his own hands.
Feelings are odd. They can make you feel lighter than air, but also make you feel as heavy as a rock. Dragging you down, but also lifting you back up from whatever hellish pit you are in.
“I want you. Only you.” Jack spoke aloud, knowing full and well that you wouldn’t be able to respond to him, but he had to say it anyway. The velvet box in his jacket pocket held a heavyweight, a promise that two or more would make when vowing to stand by one another until death do you part, and Jack wants that with you
“And when you wake up, I hope that you will want only me in return.”
YEET. Can I get some 76 w/ “I want you. Only you”
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