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Soldier 76 is found rummaging through an old bent up little box. His hands trace an old photo. Recognizing the familiar pattern of aging tape. He almost smiled, a twitch of the lips before he startles slightly when Gabe makes himself known.
"Trip down memory lane?"
Morrison scowled.
"What does it look like Reyes."
Footsteps and the bed dips. Fingers gently taking the photo out of Jack's hands.
"A picture of a stuffed tiger. How old is this?" Reyes asked, amused. Jack huffed & responded.
"I was being sarcastic, I know what the picture is."
At the question Jack shrugs. Gabe hands back the photo & presses a chaste kiss to the man's temple before leaving the room, likely to see what the Hell the stupid cowboy Mcree did to piss off Hanzo this time.
[Time Skip]
The mission went smoothly, blowing the Talon agents sky high with Junkrat's help. Everyone takes a break before preparing to haul off the payload. Whilst taking said break, the Soldier wanders off. The location felt so familiar. He had to take a look. Reaper of course had followed at a distance just in case of any more trouble arising.
Morrison is drawn to a particular house in ruins. Having been in the blast radius of Junkrat's bomb, the wall was blown in. Boots crunch through glass and rubble. Going up a barely intact flight of stairs.
The visor sends a flurry of info to his head. Oddly the scans coming about his surroundings is making him nostalgic before a particular object caught his attention. The visor scanned the object but couldn't identify.
Grunting in slight annoyed manner, Soldier 76 crouches to move some bits of rubble till his gloved hand touched a soft shape. Taking off his gloves to properly feel it, Jack almost gasped. Fingers ran over the whole object that fit neatly in his hands. If this thing is here then this must be his old home when he was a kid.
"Jack everyone is ready to go-is that what I think it is?"
76 grunted an answer & stood, placing his gloves back on. He uses a strap to wrap the object to his belt.
"... obviously."
[Time Skip]
No one said a word about Jack bringing back a stuffed tiger to base. It was strange yes, but they weren't judging. The adorable little animal became an impromptu mascot of sorts when brought out. Mostly it stayed in Morrison's room against the headboard of his bed.
Eventually, someone had sewn a name into the tiger's butt.
Benny Augustus Reyes.
Hanzo looked smug anytime it was mentioned, the sneaky bastard.