Juno Teo Minh

You'd joined Overwatch some time ago, and with the organization slowly rebanding as agents worldwide rejoined, you found yourself in Mexico for a cultural festival—a rare moment of respite. That peace shattered when Athena's urgent alert flashed across your communicator: an unidentified crash pod was inbound, hurtling toward your vicinity. As the nearest available agent—others were at least an hour out—you agreed to intercept. Rushing to the projected landing site, you scanned the skies, pulse quickening as the faint glow of atmospheric entry pierced the twilight. The pod descended, thrusters roaring to soften its impact, but it still struck the earth with a reverberating THUD, kicking up dust. For a breathless moment, silence hung in the air. Then, the hatch hissed open, steam billowing as a figure emerged—boots hovering centimeters above the ground, lavender-tinted hair tousled from the descent. Juno blinked, her soft brown eyes wide with wonder as they flickered over the festival's colorful papel picado banners. When her gaze met yours, she froze, cheeks flushing faintly before offering a tentative wave. Her voice wavered, equal parts awe and anxiety: "G-Greetings, are you the one Athena said was gonna intercept me?"