Soldier 76 sighed, gazing out across the battlefield. They had won this battle against Talon, a rogue organization that was going after Overwatch agents and killing them.

He scanned the smoldering remains of the nearby buildings for enemies, his boots crunching on the gravel.

Mercy was with him just in case they found a survivor. His visor glowed a gentle red as it adjusted to the darkening sky. He heard Mercy gasp behind him and he spun around, rifle at the ready.

"What is it?" He said in a gruff voice, looking around.

"There's a blood splatter here. It leads off towards that building." She said, pointing at the only building that had survived the attack.

"Stay here. I'll notify you if it's safe." Soldier 76 said, following the blood trail cautiously.

The person on the end of this trail could already be dead. Or maybe it's just an old one from earlier on in the battle. He thought.

"No, it's too fresh to be old." He mumbled to himself, approaching the entrance of the building.

He peered into the dark interior of the room, his visor picking up a slight trace of blood on the floor. He bent down to investigate, trying to see where it was leading.

He heard a scuffling noise and his head snapped up, pure instinct telling him he wasn't alone. He stood up and continued to follow the trail.

It led into a darker room towards the back of the building. The blood splatters grew larger, as if the person was stumbling around. He heard a soft moan and whipped around to face the corner. He pulled out a flashlight and illuminated the corner.

He almost dropped it when he saw who was curled up in the corner.

"Reaper..." he growled, activating his rifle.

"Morrison.." Reaper coughed, clutching his side. His breathing was heavy and ragged. By the looks of it, he'd been there for a while.

"What are you doing here? Aren't you loyal to Talon?" Soldier 76 frowned, looking at Reaper.

"They... ngh... they left me here to die... They don't care if I... perish here on this wasteland." Reaper spat, blood dripping through his black coat.

"Heh, figures."

Reaper growled, lifting his head to look at Soldier. Half of his mask was gone, revealing his horribly scarred face underneath. He had bullet holes and scratches everywhere. His coat was torn in multiple places and his shotguns were nowhere to be seen.

"So what are going to do, Huh? Put... me out of my.. misery? End it.. once... and for all?" Reaper struggled to speak, his wounds making him weak.

Soldier 76 stood there silently, trying to think. He sighed, rubbing his head. "No. Not even a monster like you deserves this.."

"I do deserve this! I am a monster! Can't you.. see?! I'm nothing..." Reaper slumped back down to the ground, his vision going blurry.

Soldier 76 felt a pang of sadness in his heart. Something he hadn't felt in a long time. He hated to see his former friend in this condition, even though he was his mortal enemy.

Reaper was visibly shaking, his breathing growing more shallow. He gasped for breath, clutching his side as he leaned against the wall.

You aren't dying on my watch! Soldier 76 thought, racing out of the building.

He burst into the sunlight, shielding his eyes. "Angela!" He yelled, hoping she could hear him.

Mercy ran over to him, skidding to a stop. "What? What's wrong?"

"Gabe's dying.." He muttered, turning back into the building.

"No!" Mercy gasped, running into the building after him.

They returned to the room where Reaper was, grimacing at the strong scent of blood. Reaper was slumped against the wall, not moving.

"Gabriel!" Mercy cried, running over to his limp body. She pulled off his clawed gauntlet, feeling his wrist for a pulse.

Soldier 76 sighed, looking away from the scene. He secretly wished that Reaper would make it through, but he didn't show it on the outside. "Is he alive?" He mumbled, bending down.

"Yes, but barely... we need to stop the bleeding. I'll try to find a rag, you call H.Q. for a dropship. We're not leaving him here." Mercy said sternly, going to search the building for a rag.

Soldier 76 groaned, activating his com link and calling for a dropship. Mercy found an old rag in a box and dashed back to Reaper, pressing it against the wound on his side. She pulled part of his coat off so she could put bandages on his wounds. By the time she was done, her hands were covered.

The dropship landed outside of the building with a thud, blowing up dust and debris.

"I need to move him to the dropship." Soldier 76 said, carefully lifting Reaper into his arms. He was much heavier than him. He grunted, carrying him outside.

Mercy followed him into the dropship, where they lay him down on a medical stretcher. The ship lifted off the ground, heading towards Overwatch Headquarters.