Before we start, there are a few things I need to clear up. First, I'm going to clarify your skills. You're a support hero. You use portals in combat in ways that help your allies. Also, the only thing I'll set in stone is your nationality. I hope you don't mind, but you'll be
Korean. Sorry if the translation isn't perfect, feel free to correct me.
Ability 1: Portal; You're able to create a portal in front of you within a reasonable distance. You drop down from the teleporter that is spawned below you and reappear in the new location.
Ability 2: Healing Portal; This creates a larger portal below you that your and your teammates can stand on to regenerate health.
Ultimate: Supporting Portal; Teleports nearby allies in critical health to a nearby health pack or healer. Of course, the flaw is that the health pack/ healer is in the general proximity of the enemy as well as the hero. So they may be moved into a crossfire. The effect will last for 7 seconds and affects allies near to you instead of the area of deployment.
Weapon: 1; A glove which generates the portals. It takes two seconds to get from one portal to another with a cool down of 12 seconds. So use them wisely.
2; You can alternate between the glove and a small submachine gun that does moderate damage.
How did you get here? Good question. Soldier: 76 thought it would be an outstanding idea to split up the forces of Overwatch. And, somehow, you'd ended up in a strange group with Mcree and Junkrat. However, they had moved somewhere else so you just went solo. Now, you must be wondering, 'Why are you teamed with the enemy?' Well, children, due to the abrupt rise of a new, lethal threat that endangered Earth's existence, the illegally run military had gained some unlikely allies.
So anyway, you currently had the cold barrel of a gun against your forehead. Sweat slid down your temple as the adversary smirked.
"Whoa there." A southern accent piped up behind you. The cool metal was removed from your skin as Mcree took down the agent with his revolver.
"Little close there, Darlin'. Wouldn't ya say?" You huffed, slightly peeved that he was teasing you.
"Pff, I had it under control." Sensing a sniper on the rooftop nearby, you dropped down into a portal and reappeared behind cover. The others followed your lead and avoided the deadly bullets. Stealthily, you snuck up the steps on the side of the broken building and shot the enemy.
"Sniper's down. We're good to go." Atop the house, you had a decent view of the battlefield. Due to your position as support, you have a visor that showed you the well-being of your team. You gasped slightly, only now seeing that all of your friends were at critical health. Glancing at your glove, you noted the charge of your Ultimate.
Scanning the area, you noticed that there was only one health pack. If you used that, your comrades would be teleported to the ship. This struck an idea into your head. Sprinting to the health pack, you turned on your earpiece while firing simultaneously.
"Athena." You spoke directly to the A.I. "When 23 personnel appear on the ship, head straight to Watchpoint: Gibraltar. Operate on full lockdown. Don't allow anyone to change course, no matter the circumstance."
"Will do, ma'am." You switched over to the main voice channel as you reached your destination. Grabbing the pack, you redirected your attention back to the communication system.
"Guys, meet me at my current location in approximately 12 seconds."
~12 SECONDS LATER~
Around you, 23 Overwatch agents were gathered. It was quiet. Painfully so. They were weak, the healers too tired to heighten everyone's health. Things were looking grim. If an ambush were to happen, Overwatch would be no more. Unfortunately, a faint stampede of feet could be heard in the distance. That meant one thing.
They were coming.
"God dammit." You cursed, previously hoping it wouldn't come to this. "Hey, Junky."
"Hmm?" Jamison turned to look at you, noticing the strange gleam in your eyes.
"Can I take your Concussion Mine for a bit?" Hesitantly, he handed you said item along with the trigger.
At this point, you could see the enemy closing in. You stare at the ground before speaking in a low tone.
Your friends gasp as they rise, feeling the portal pull them to the safety of the aircraft. Multiple calls ring out, begging you not to do this.
You ignore them, feeling the tears well up in your eyes. Pushing them back, you face the mass of soliders approaching you, the bomb in your grip. You glance over your shoulder and get one last glance at your family's pained faces. When they're fully gone, you turn to the opposition. With a strong mind, you dive into battle.
Killing people left and right, you spot a big cluster of individuals. Swiftly, you dart over before setting off the explosive, taking out many. But, without warning, a grenade rolled to your feet. You crash through a wall before submitting to the comforting grasp of darkness.
------- (3rd Person POV)-------
"Hey Kid! You here?!" A gravelly voice rung throughout the ruins. He stopped as soon as he saw the place they left (Name). The soldier inhaled deeply.
It was a massacre. Corpses littered the grown like leaves. What really caught his attention was a trail of dried but relatively new blood.
"Guys, I think I found her!" The others gathered around him, quieting down their calls. Following the marks, they came across a body.
Her clothes were torn and cuts were scattered on her skin. Suddenly, she jumped to life, coughing. Blood splattered on the pavement, a similar liquid staining her outfit.
"Sheila!" Junkrat was the first to react, rushing to her aid. She opens her eyes slowly, wincing at the exposure to the sun's beam.
Groaning, she glanced at her arm, feeling the most pain radiating from there. Her already paling skin turned white.
"Well, would you look at that..." (Name) started to check for any other afflictions. Right arm missing, beginning just below the shoulder, a deep stomach wound and multiple bruises and small cuts. Plus some internal bleeding.
"Hey kid, look at me," She glanced up at Soldier: 76 with difficulty. "You're gonna get out of this alive, ok? I'll make sure if it." Oh, it pained the (Brunette/Blond/ Raven/etc) to see her companions like this, trying so hard to convince themselves that miracles happened.
As stupid as it was, they'd grow attached to the youngest agent. Of course, Hana was certainly happy that she was no longer the baby of the team. With (Name) being (Age Under 18) years old, she took D.Va's place.
"H-hey, you should head back..." She trailed off, her breathing becoming laboured.
"You're coming with us, Sheila. Dead or alive." She smiled slightly, knowing her time was drawing to an end.
"H-Heh, I guess I'll see you on the other side..." And with that, the light in her eyes was extinguished and her hand went limp,
(Name) was gone.
With this in mind, a few turned to the support heroes, wondering why they didn't do anything to help. Mercy stepped forward, explaining the reason.
"She was too far gone, helping would only prolong the inevitable. I couldn't revive her because my ultimate wasn't ready. I-I'm sorry." Her face fell and tears welled up in her eyes. She was like the mother of Overwatch and especially close to (Name).
She wasn't the only one. Nobody had dry eyes, some were better at hiding it though.
Sighing sadly, their explosion-obsessed friend gently picked up the recently deceased before making his way back to the aircraft, the others following with hunched shoulders.
And from that day on, (Name)'s room was never touched. They would rather sleep on the floor if all the rooms were full. They missed her. Badly. She was the light of the team.
But all good things come to an end.