[ EU ] Christmas at Watchpoint : Gibraltar

I never liked Gibraltar. Especially in the winter. Back in those days, the snowfall was rampant throughout the base. Gibraltar normally does n't have that much snow at all during the winters. Normal Mediterranean temperatures usually prevented that. No, the fact that the watchpoint had snow in the first point was because of some brainiac gorilla that used to inhabit the base. 
 
 Heh. I used to do my fair share of fighting around these parts. Terrible days, mind you. But, alas. In the spirit of Christmas and yule-tidings and whatnot, I'll tell you a story of mine's. 
 
 It took place around this day on Christmas about two years ago. The base had been shut down after the huge firefight that emerged between Jack Morrison and Gabriel Reyes. Lot of good soldiers died that day. Oh, how the people joyed and basked in the fall of the men and women who'd devoted themselves to protecting them. It left a foul taste in my mouth. 
 
 Guess I ca n't say I had too much to complain about. I was just a scavenger in the few years after. When I walked into Gibraltar that Christmas day, not knowing of the dangers that the snow-covered outpost still housed, I had only the thought of securing some military hardware for myself. Nostalgia got to me though, and soon I was just sitting there marveling in the magnanimous structure that was Outpost: Gibraltar. White covered every bit of the glistening metal that'd been left to rust and grind away in Overwatch's absence. 
 
 My boots squished and stomped across the floors. I kept my steps as light as possible and my gun ready-to-fire. 
 
 Abandoned gold does not glisten. 
 
 My ears picked up the sound of sparkling and stomping in a cave near the end of the outpost. I moved myself up upon the bridge looking over the communications tunnel and took up point. No one was nearby. Whatever was with me at Gibraltar was in the cave. And there in that cave was my treasure trove. I sighed to myself and readied myself for nightfall. 
 
 Whoever was in there had to be asleep by then, I hoped. Moonlight reflected across my pulse rifle as the purple-black background of cloudless stars entered my vision. Time to strike. 
 
 My heart thumped calmly as I entered. It had always been like that since I visited my doctor a few weeks ago. Told me I was so old, they'd been surprised I was still alive. What a punk. 
 
 I peered into the room from a corner of the cave. Someone was busy alright. A little christmas tree sat in the corner, barely decorated. Empty bags of rations were scattered throughout the room. The office chair was still spinning and mechanical hardware slowed to a jitter. Geez, this place looked worse than the farm back home. What kinda animal was living in this dump? 
 
... 
 
 I opened fired behind me on instinct. Guess they were right, because the next thing I knew, a giant gorilla was pushing me to the ground with an angry look on him. 
 
 After a few seconds of struggling, his eyes opened wide and he adjusted his glasses with a free hand. 
 
 `` No, this ca n't be right. You're supposed to be-'' 
 
 I knocked him away with a rocket blast from my rifle and sprinted off for cover. He continued to chase after me from place-to-place, me knocking him away with weak firepower that barely knocked on his white armor. When the hell did Overwatch make that? I should've added it to my list. 
 
 I should n't have let my guard down trying to ponder about the armor. Next thing I knew, the bastard grabbed his goddamned tesla cannon and boy, did it sting. I do n't think I've felt a jolt like that in years. I could feel the vision escaping my sights as he continued firing. 
 
 Fired off another rocket. I needed to find my target fast. My eyes scanned the room to a little facemask on a worktable. There it is. 
 
 I swung a punch at him and that seemed to have given me enough time to close the distance between me and my prize. I grabbed it and held it tight, firing off helix rockets at the thing like there was no tomorrow. He threw down an energy field. 
 
 Damn technology had me buzzing for a few seconds just to figure out how to turn it on. He let out a roar and leaped at me, pounding his chest. The red visor lit up in my eyesight. 
 
 I've got you in my sights, I thought to myself. 
 
 **'' Tactical visor activated! `` ** 
 
 And all hell broke loose. 
 
... 
 
... 
 
 The gorilla was down on the ground faster than I knew. Groaning with a tired, primal look still on his face. I sighed to myself and took the end of my rifle, knocking him out cold. Though really, it must've given him banana for brains for a while. 
 
 Fine. Do n't laugh, it was funny. 
 
 I looked around. Winston had left the place in total disarray. I should've just left and be done with that. Be happy that I'd gotten out of this safe. 
 
 Should've. What I did instead was end up cleaning house, putting away the damn kid's toys, and tucking him away in his reclining chair with a blanket instead. Why? Because, I'd feel guilty about it, alright? Sheesh. 
 
 I waved as I left the cave, knowing that we'd likely never cross paths again, for better or worse. I spoke quietly to let him sleep, `` Merry Christmas, Winston.'' 
 
 And I was off. Soldier-76 was making the headlines again in the following week and all was normal. 
 
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 `` And that's what I think about Europe, kid,'' I said to the weird girl with weird headphones at the Hollywood premiere of Hero of the Storm on its opening holiday weekend. 
 
 `` Geez, you talk a lot, old man.'' 
 
 `` Hmmph. That's sir to you.'' 
 
 The young woman stared at me with an odd look in her face, `` Lol.'' 
 
 Kids these days.
