So someone has made a request where there’s a bit of Angst with Mauga!

So I thought what’s better than the big and mighty Mauga gets captured. Mauga, on a solo recon mission that goes sideways. Here’s the introooooo~

The cacophony of battle still echoed in Mauga's ears, but it was a distant memory now, replaced by the chilling hum of an energy field. One moment, he was tearing through an Overwatch blockade, his chainguns singing a destructive lullaby; the next, a blinding flash, and then... nothing. He woke to the metallic tang of ozone and the realization that his hands, his mighty, house-crushing hands, were bound. Not by simple cuffs, but by shimmering blue energy manacles, pulsed with a current that made his muscles spasm in useless protest.

He snarled, a low, animalistic sound that reverberated in the sterile confines of the containment cell. Mauga threw his immense weight against the invisible barrier that held him, the field flaring brightly but holding firm. Again he slammed, and again, sweat beading on his brow as a frustrated growl built in his chest. Useless. The word, unfamiliar and repugnant, grated against his very being. He, Mauga, the unstoppable force, pinned like some common lab rat. The thought alone was an insult, a burning brand on his pride.

His eyes darted around the cell, searching for a weak point, a crack, anything. There was nothing. Just cold, unforgiving steel and the hum of the field, a constant reminder of his impotence. He was trapped, utterly and completely, and the bitter taste of it was far worse than any injury. He pictured Baptiste's face, the easy grin, the confident swagger. Baptiste would know what to do. Baptiste would get him out. And that thought, that reliance on someone else, stoked the embers of his anger into a roaring inferno. To need saving... to be weak enough to require it... It was an affront that clawed at his very soul. He was Mauga, damn it, not some helpless pup. And yet, here he was.