Git Gud, Or You'll Get Got
They had lost. Three fucking times.
Reinhardt and Bastion had teamed up with Genji, Hanzo, and Mercy, leaving Jack, Gabe, Ana, McCree, Junkrat, and Roadhog to be absolutely mowed down.
They just couldn't get passed the choke point.
And Hanzo’s fucking dragons kept pushing them back every time they were on defence, the little shit hiding behind Reinhardt with a satisfied smirk.
Gabriel attacked viciously, trying to shoot his friend and remove the threat of a sniper. Genji jumped in between them, deflecting his shots, before moving to his brother's side, waiting to see what would happen.
“Need your little brother to save you when you can't shoot your fucking logs at me?” Gabriel taunted.
“No. But I thank him all the same.”
A scatter arrow to the face had him and Jack, who had been in need of help and sneaking up to them, both respawning in their respawn room.
They watched Reinhardt stomp up to their door, waving and shouting “hello” boisterously.
He saw Ana and grinned, slamming his helmet back onto his face. Hanzo and Genji helped the man into a white coat, placing a stethoscope around his neck, and placing something in his hand.
Reinhardt stared at them, and slowly lifted a clipboard up to them, one hand holding it so they could read the words, the other pointing at the clipboard.
It read “Git gud”.
They lost again because Ana was too busy laughing to heal any of them.