The Young Guns [Flashback] - [Young Original Strike Team]

Jack Morrison, Strike Commander, he liked the sound of that; he'd been a lot of titles in the army from Private to Colonel, and now here he was Strike Commander, Overwatch. It made him grin like he'd never grinned before, the farmboy from Indiana had come a long way from the cornfields. When he'd told his parents they'd been ecstatic, proud of their son, his father he saluted him. He was brimming with the desire to make a difference, they were going to win this. They couldn't fail. He was walking the halls, finishing up a conversation with some of the staff, looking over things that needed to be done. Reyes was in charge of the offensive, but he hadn't seen him yet today, well eventually he'd be around probably very busy.

His eyes saw a woman standing at a window, oh who was that, hm if Jack remembered Ana Amari was that her last name? He cleared his throat, well he'd be familiar with it and see how that went first. "You're Ana right? I think we briefly met in the last briefing, I'm Jack, they've put me in charge of a lot of the prep," he said as he offered his hand, might as well get a proper meeting. "You fought in Egypt right?" He'd been US Military, they'd pushed back assaults from their borders, and within, he'd seen a lot of chaos. He'd also agreed to a rather dubious morality project with Reyes, which was why he was here. One wouldn't really know it from his personality. Everything was water on the ducks back for him. "It will be an honor to work with you."