Disclaimer I am a male person. While I'm open to playing a female character in this scenario, some people find that to be deceitful/dishonest. Those people have been hereby notified.

The doors whish open with the sound of pressurized air as the base commander steps into the medbay. He looks around at the bee-hive of activity, various doctors and psychologists chattering over data and printouts. He clears his throat loudly, and the room instantly falls silent as heads turn. "Right then. You all know why you're here, and why I'm here." His foot taps impatiently on the ground as he looks around. The lack of an answer sends a quiet wave of hushed whispers through the crowd as no one volunteers The man scowls and raises his voice, "Well? One of you lab rats gonna bring me up to speed or not?" A few of the scientists flinch at the sudden volume, and one man is pushed forward from the herd. "That's better," the commander replies, already striding forward to meet with the unfortunate 'volunteer' who gulped in a mix of anxiety and fear. "And you are ...?" he asks. "M-medical Officer Stuart Dennison, sir." The man stands up and attempts to salute, but the commander doesn't have time for this. "Well then Officer Dennison, you want to tell me why one of my best assets is currently under quarantine? What the hell happened out there?" The man in the labcoat nods, and gestures for the commander to follow. "It's ... it's not easy to explain, it'd be better if I show you."

"As you know, sir, Asset Zaryanova was called into action only yesterday. There was intel that some dissidents were going to try and capture an abandoned scrapyard full of scrapped Omnics from the war. Her mission was to dissuade and attempt to capture the thieves, and bring them back to base if possible. She, uh, wasn't particularly happy about the assignment when she left. One of the the weapons technicians assigned to her detail mentioned the phrase 'lousy milk run'." Dennison watched the commander's expression as he ran over the details they had been given. His superior officer's face was stoic, lost in thought as he analyzed. He continues, "Apparently the mission was more difficult than that. The dissidents, whoever they were, apparently had enough firepower that the agent requested backup. OP-SEC said she would have to hold out for at least an hour before a jet could reach her position with a small fire-team to support her." The unlikely pair stop in front of a containment room, the curtains still drawn in front of the observational window. From inside, a few frustrated grunts could be heard, and the commander only raises an eyebrow. Dennison pulls the curtain aside, and the sight was certainly one to behold.

Agent Aleksandra Zaryanova, alias 'Zarya' was inside a sterile room dressed in a loose robe which would fit most bodybuilding gorillas. The front had been lazily left open, and she was currently hunched over what appeared to be a vibrating sybian made from the parts of a spare tank. If she could see the two men watching her from beyond the glass, her half-lidded expression didn't reveal it. Her mouth hung open as she moaned and grunted, occasionally shifting her weight slightly and pushes down on the vibrating metal with her hips. Her whole body seemed to be slick with sweat, and her hair even hung messy and uneven. Around the room were what could only be assumed to be remnants of common sex toys, vibrating wands with crushed heads or grips, several dildos which had been broken in half or simply discarded, and even a few plasticine realdolls which seemed to have been pressed slightly flatter than expected. "Good god, Dennison, what's going on here?"

"We ... we simply aren't sure, sir. The response team found her more or less like this. She had torn off most of her suit and was ... er..."

"Out with it man, this is serious!"

"S-she was masturbating w-when they found her, sir. It seems that all she can think about is sex. We've been able to confirm that her hormone levels are off the charts, and her brain activity is heavily centered around pleasure centers. She only stops for necessities; eating, drinking, sleeping, relieving herself ... but even then she tends to idly touch herself. As if all her inhibitions had been turned off like a light-switch."

"And all the sex toys? She did that herself?"

"She does still have her strength, that's why we have her in isolation. She ... well, to be frank, she's insatiable. She'll attempt to overpower any of the lab techs we send in, and if it's something contagious ... well we're not sure there's anyone on base who can physically restrain her anyways. And at her mass, the amount of sedatives we would need to knock her out are simply too dangerous. We had to jury rig the large vibrator there from some discarded ordinance and weapons from the research departments, it's the only thing she hasn't broken yet. The, uh, fab team is working on another one of the dolls." At least now, with talk drifting towards technical details and production schedules, Dennison was able to avert his eyes and focus on the job at hand. "They're going to see if reinforcing the base skeleton with some of the ceramo-plastics we used for her armor will be able to withstand her ... her force."

The commander pulled the curtains back shut as inside, Zarya let out a particularly lewd moan as the buzzing from the sybian becomes so loud that even the commander can hear it through the window. "She won't speak to anyone? Is there any way to communicate properly with her?"

"N-not really sir. Even when eating her meals she can't seem to concentrate on a proper conversation. You're welcome to try and send in a professional, but our psychologists didn't get far enough before she started flirting and trying to seduce them."

"So what are our options?"

"Permission to speak freely?" The commander nods, already knowing what a loaded question like that meant. "I'm not too sure we have any..."

I've been tossing this idea around my head for the better part of the day, and I'm actually not sure where to take it. So if you have any interest in my little scenario, send me a message with where you think the story should go and what kind of character you'd like to play. I'm open to playing as Zarya, or as another character if you'd like to write her perspective. I'd prefer to not involve other Overwatch characters right out of the gate, but I can be persuaded by good ideas.

I prefer Reddit PM, and I don't check Reddit chat very often. If you see this prompt still up hours later and it interests you, send me a message anyways, I'm always looking for people to write with.

If you're looking for other prompts of mine, or more samples of my writing, here are a few of my previous posts.