Imagine being Soldier 76 in a game and having to be all like “damn, Ana Amari you fuckin’ fine, all sexy with your tight body and horrific dried peach monster face. I would totally have sex with you, both me and the younger me.” when all he really wants to do is fuck another 6 year old mexican loli in his dressing room. Like seriously imagine having to be Soldier and not be in the spawn room while Ana flaunts her disgusting body in front of you, the favorable lighting barely concealing her stretchmarks and leathery skin, and just sit there, round after round, hour after hour, while she perfected that dance. Not only having to tolerate her monstrous fucking visage but her haughty attitude as everyone else tells her she’s STILL GOT IT and DAMN, ANA LOOKS LIKE THAT?? because they’re not the ones who have to sit there and watch her mannish fucking gremlin face contort into types of grimaces you didn’t even know existed before that day. You’ve been fucking nothing but a healthy diet of blondes and supermodels and later alleged rape victims for your ENTIRE CAREER coming straight out of the boonies in America. You’ve never even seen anything this fucking disgusting before, and now you swear you can taste the sweat that’s breaking out on her dimpled stomach as she sucks it in to writhe it suggestively at you, smugly assured that you are enjoying the opportunity to get paid to be there and revel in her “mature (for that is what she calls herself)” beauty, the beauty she worked so hard for with personal trainers in the previous months. And then the game begins, and you know you could kill every single person on the enemy team before anyone could put you down, but you sit there and endure, because you’re fucking Soldier 76. You’re not going to lose your future Overwatch team over this. Just bear it. Hide your face and bear it.