You are a new recruit for the newly reformed Overwatch. You stand at the entrance to the Watchpoint a weird feeling that you had finally made it to join the organization you had beed told stories of since you were young.
But you weren't there for glory or anything. You were there for one reason.
You were either going devour every smoking hit female there or become some breast fat on one.
Mercy, D.Va, Phara and all the others. You felt your face change into a lechorous grin.
