Man on a Mission
Hanzo Shimada was no stranger to operations. He was considerate, and though there had been days where securing his next goal was more important than his life, his well-being, and the health and safety of those around him, those days were more in the past. He’d gotten to a point where the people he worked with had gained value, where the looks of concern whenever he pushed himself too hard or took too large of risks.
No, he’d gotten to a point where he was beginning to accept Overwatch. Beginning to feel more at… home, he supposed. Healing was a tumultuous process but he’d found support among the team, among those he once sneered at (and still, sometimes did). It was a slow process, reclaiming a life that had never really been his, but he was beginning to enjoy the freedom he’d found in forgiveness. He was able to pursue his own interests, express himself (as the apparently shocking haircut and piercings could attest), and begin to take advantage of his second chance.
Of course, there was one thing he’d been yet unable to do. Which was why, after two days of silent deliberation and reluctant speaking with his brother, Hanzo Shimada was on a mission.
He was going to give McCree a compliment.