Mercy.

The golden-haired beauty, Angela Ziegler, remains waiting with her healing staff in-hand. Though unlike usual, she's wearing a completely different attire. Her wings remain, but they even moreso resemble those of an angel's, and her clothing is a white cloth ending around her upper thighs. A wreath is wrapped around her gorgeous locks, and the entire outfit is further decorated by what appears like brass trim and accessories. Fareeha always thought Mercy looked like a kind of goddess--albeit secretly--but now she truly like one straight out of ancient Greece.

"Greetings, Fareeha," Mercy says with a warm smile.

"Oh. H-Hi," she stutters, not quite expecting the chance of wear. "New gear?"

"I was just trying something out, when I got this call. I figured it was an easy job, and you're here, so I'll be fine. Don't you like it?" She giggles. "It's for summer."

Pharah gazes over her perfect figure, especially where the skirt ends shortly around her thighs. The silky smooth skin of her lengthy legs are in full view, ending in heeled boots adorned with wings. As she begins to feel a red heat come to her cheeks, Pharah immediately puts on her helmet and nods.

"Mhm. It looks good. Let's get moving, though."

Mercy nods. "Of course. Let's go. It's just through these trees. There's a hatch that leads to a bunker with some people who work for Talon."

And so they went forth, stepping through the forest to quickly find the hatch in question. Pharah yanks it open.

"You're always so strong," Mercy compliments.

Flustered by the compliment, Pharah merely nods again and boots up her jets, mumbling, "I'll go first. I have the heavy duty armour in case they have firearms."

She hops into the hole, and slowly, she floats down the tunnel with Mercy doing the same. It makes sense now why they were both sent. They're some of the only Overwatch members with equipment that allows for hovering. Like an angel, Angela hovers over her head, but Fareeh keeps a close look beneath them. That is, until her angel speaks.

"Let me know what you see, Fareeha. My life is in your hands," Mercy whispers.

Nodding, Pharah looks up, and her visor fogs up. The skirt on that outfit is so incredibly short, and with her floating above, Pharah gets a perfect stare at her pure white panties. The skirt flutters as her mechanical wings allow her descent, and for an embarrassingly long moment, she can't look away. Her legs just keep going.

"Are you looking, Fareeha?"

"Wh-What?"

"Looking. Down below us. So we don't get shot, silly."

"Oh. Yes. Of course," Pharah quickly replies as she looks back down.