Christmas wasn't a merry event for Sombra, in Talon Headquarters. There was always a mission to venture into, and most of the crew would come back severely maimed or dead. No one cared, Sombra knew that everyone in Talon was disposable and she despised it. The people in Talon were cold, calculating, and unapologetic, they got their tasks done efficiently- at least when Sombra wasn't sabotaging the plan for her own gains. At least the Los Muertos gang back home felt like family, people she knew since she was a toddler. People who took her in after she lost everything and watched over her. They weren't as efficient as Talon but they made progress and Sombra helped them with their endeavors. Every Christmas, a girl by the name Alexis would bring Sombra a gift, but Sombra never got to know her any better, and due to her hacking she had to abandon them, maybe some of them even remembered her real name. Because even Sombra had no clue with the facade going on for so long, the name felt foreign when it stood on the tip of her tongue.

Now she just lay on top of her dark and flat mattress, that gave her cramps when she woke in the morning inside of her tiny gray box they called their rooms. Shivering, Sombra swung her feet off the bed and onto the frigid dark floor, she logged into her laptop.

She logged into her spyware account, and started watching members of Overwatch in their facility as they woke up. Jack Morrison, Reindhart, Torbjorn, Ana Amari, and Mercy walked down the halls and down to the kitchen. Normally Sombra would listen in on mission plans, which she never told her Talon partners about. She found that things were more humorous during fights that she had all the information and Talon still struggled to keep up or vice versa. She was like an omniscient spectator, watching two people play chess and knew what move the opponents would make. She was able to hack into the cameras back when Reaper downloaded the information of Overwatch members, she took the file and logged into the cameras.

She knew who's been naughty.

But she wished she had a close group of friends or a family, someone to bring her a gift that wasn't a new computer, or maybe even say her name again. Though that would never happen, and she'd remain as lonely here in Talon headquarters as she had always been since she lost her papa and mama.