Chapter 10: Sojourn (English Translation)
The time with Hana Song — D.Va — lasted a year and a half.
Mark lived beside her in Busan as an inseparable partner. During the day, they fought together: he hacked Talon systems with surgical precision while Hana piloted her pink mech in fierce battles. At night, the luxurious apartment turned into their private battlefield. Mark fucked Hana with obsessive intensity — brutal, deep thrusts that made the bed shake and the neighbors complain about the noise. He left her exhausted, sweaty, and marked — always finishing inside her, gripping her hips tightly to ensure every drop of cum reached the deepest part.
"Fuck, Mark… are you trying to destroy me?" she moaned, her voice hoarse from screaming so much, nails digging into his back as he pounded her from behind against the window overlooking the neon city. "I can't even walk straight after you… but keep going! Fill me more!"
He left her literally unable to walk properly for three months. After one particularly savage session — where he fucked her for nearly six hours straight, switching between her pussy, mouth, and ass, cumming inside her countless times — Hana woke up unable to stand without support. Her legs trembled, her pussy swollen and sensitive, her entire body covered in hickeys and handprints.
"You animal…" she complained, laughing despite the pain, lying in bed with an ice pack between her thighs. "I'm the best gamer in the world and you left me crippled from too much dick. But… I loved every second of it."
At the end of the first year, the test confirmed it: Hana was pregnant. Her belly began to grow slowly, but she kept fighting, adapting the mech's cockpit to accommodate the pregnancy. Mark helped on missions, protected her closely, and every night he still filled her again, as if to make sure the goal was fulfilled.
Until one morning, he knew it was time to leave.
Hana was in the bathroom, vomiting from morning sickness, when he left the letter on the kitchen table. The handwriting was firm but heavy with guilt:
"Hana, I owe you everything. You gave me laughter, adrenaline, and a home when I needed it most. You are the wildest and most incredible woman I've ever met. But I have a path I can't ignore. My purpose is calling me somewhere else. I'm so sorry for abandoning you like this — pregnant and alone. You deserve someone who stays. Take care of our child. I'll think of you every day. Forgive me. — Mark"
He left before she finished vomiting. He didn't look back. The goal was greater.
The journey to the secret Overwatch headquarters in Switzerland was long and lonely. Mark crossed oceans and borders, always thinking about the growing list in his mind: Tracer, Mercy, Ashe, Echo, Venture, D.Va… now Sojourn.
Vivian Chase — codename Sojourn — was the most respected captain in the remaining Overwatch forces. A former Canadian soldier, serious, disciplined, and sharp as a blade. Short gray hair, an athletic and curvaceous body beneath her tactical uniform, sharp eyes that seemed to read every intention. She was one of the hardest to approach: work came first, emotions second, and sex… almost nonexistent on her agenda.
Mark found her during a joint operation against a Talon base in the Alps. He introduced himself as an "independent technical consultant" and offered help with their security systems. Sojourn assessed him coldly at first.
"I don't trust strangers who appear out of nowhere," she said, her voice firm and professional as she loaded her railgun. "But your hacks work. Stay. And don't get in the way."
The first months were purely professional. Mark helped on missions, optimized drones and communication systems. They talked little, but the conversations were deep when they happened.
One night, after a successful operation, they were in the empty mess hall. Sojourn drank black coffee, her eyes fixed on a holographic report.
"You fight well for someone who claims to be just a 'traveler'," she commented without looking up from the document. "What's your real motive, Mark? No one risks their life for vague ideals."
Mark sat down across from her, choosing his words carefully.
"I lost everything in my old world. Bullying, loneliness, invisibility. Here I found purpose. I want to protect the people who can still be saved. And you, Captain? Why do you keep fighting when Overwatch is dismantled?"
Sojourn raised her gaze, surprised by the direct question. For the first time, a crack appeared in the armor.
"Because someone has to. I watched friends die. I lost years of my life on battlefields. Duty isn't a choice, Mark. It's what's left when everything else collapses."
Their friendship grew slowly, built on shared missions and late-night conversations. Mark watched her train alone at midnight, sweating, repeating movements with military precision. He helped her adjust her railgun, and she taught him old tactics.
"You're more than a captain," he said once during a joint training session. "You carry the weight of all of us."
Sojourn stopped, breathing heavily, and looked at him with something close to vulnerability.
"And you carry something heavy too. I see it in your eyes. Don't lie to me, Mark. What really drives you?"
He hesitated but answered with partial honesty:
"I need to leave something behind. A mark. New life. Something that makes up for all the pain I've carried."
Six months passed. The sexual tension was palpable, but Sojourn resisted. She was too focused on work.
"I don't have time for distractions," she would say when he got too close. "Duty comes first."
Until, after an especially dangerous mission where Mark saved her life by intercepting a Talon missile, the barrier broke.
They returned to the base wounded and exhausted. Sojourn called him to her quarters to "discuss the report." The door had barely closed when she pushed him against the wall, the kiss urgent, almost desperate.
"I don't do this," she murmured against his mouth, her voice trembling for the first time. "I don't allow myself to weaken. But you… you make me question everything."
Sex with Sojourn was different from anything Mark had experienced. It wasn't wild like with D.Va, nor possessive like with Ashe. It was intense, controlled at first, but filled with repressed emotion that slowly exploded.
He undressed her slowly, kissing every battle scar. Sojourn moaned softly, almost ashamed to show pleasure.
"Mark… it's been a long time since anyone touched me like this," she confessed, her voice hoarse as he sucked on her firm breasts. "I'm a captain. I command. But with you… I want to surrender."
He laid her on the bed and entered her slowly, looking into her eyes. Sojourn arched her back, nails digging into his shoulders.
"Deeper…" she asked, her discipline finally cracking. "I need to feel all of you."
Mark sped up, firm and deep thrusts. Sojourn came for the first time with a surprised moan, her body trembling as if she wasn't used to pure pleasure.
"I… I can't stop," she admitted, turning him over and mounting him, riding with military precision but with growing passion. "Fill me, Mark. I want to feel you inside me."
He came deep inside her, holding her against his body, the goal pulsing in his mind: Fill her. Impregnate them all.
Afterward, lying together, Sojourn traced his chest with her fingers, her voice low and serious.
"This can't become a distraction. I'm still a captain. But… you make me feel human again. Stay. At least for now."
Mark hugged her, but inside the mission pulsed: One less. Another one on the way.
End of Chapter 10: Sojourn