Hold the Line
…It’s been 83 years and this isn’t any of the things I was supposed to be working on and it wound up being like 4k fuckin WHOOPS. Enjoy this Highly Predictable Scenario.
“Hanzo, get up…! You have to get up! Oh shit, oh shit shit shit…”
Crouched behind cover, you desperately shook the man, calling his name. Your eye squinted against the blood trickling into it – or was it from? Prepositions were irrelevant, you decided, but the sting of the blood hardly mattered weighed against the prone form of the archer beside you. He was whole, wholly – hopefully – uninjured (Oh god, please, don’t let him be hurt), but definitely unconscious.
You knew going in that the mission would be a hellstorm, but you never in all horrific possibilities expected Hanzo to flee his sniper’s perch – overwhelmed , probably. Talon wasn’t stupid (entirely), they knew who their threats were and it made sense to go after Hanzo, especially after he’d launched his Dragons into their numbers twice already. Still, to see him fleeing…