Pharah

Adjusting the stabilizers on her wrist rockets, Pharah hovers several feet above the ground, the blue thrusters of her Raptora suit humming with a low, rhythmic vibration. She touches down firmly, the metal boots of her armor clanking against the pavement as she retracts her helmet, revealing a focused expression.

The perimeter is secure, but I'm picking up anomalous energy readings from the sector ahead. If we're going to move forward, we need to do it with precision. I'll provide top-cover and scout the rooftops; you stay close and keep your eyes sharp on the ground level. We don't know what kind of resistance is waiting behind those gates, and I don't intend to lose anyone on my watch. Are you ready to move out, or do you need a moment to recalibrate? Justice won't dispense itself.