That was a lot of information at once and McCree let Gabriel handle him as he started to explain his own shotguns, followed by the other gun he offered the mer, hands soon reaching out to place Jesse’s on parts where he wanted to have them, and the only thing McCree could do was to stare in simple curiousity as he finally helt a weapon in his hand, touching the material, feeling the weight of it. It nearly overwhelmed him, in a way, hazel eyes practically scanning the gun, as if he wanted to take in every little detail - he probably did - before that gaze finally locked on his Commander’s face, a big grin soon splitting the mer’s face in half.
“Uh… yeah. Coffee an’ lunch sounds great. Did I sleep that long? Didn’t mean to, I’m sorry, boss.”
The grin turned even wider after a moment and when Gabriel left to get the desired coffee and lunch, McCree looked back down at the thing he held in his hands, handling it carefully, slowly even, turning it a bit and trying to figure out what was the best way to get along with it.
But soon, his attention focussed on another guy not far from him. He sat alone, on his chair, while handling a gun himself. Jesse had no clue what he was doing at all at first, just taking in the sight of the unknown man, the way he held his gun out and acted as if he was shooting something. He didn’t press the trigger though, probably just testing things out or whatever, but the mer was one to mimic and so he soon held his own weapon in his hand in the same way. Hazel eyes started to search for a spot he could focus on - oh yes, that cup at the end of the room would do, standing all alone on another table. He watched it closely, moving his gun into his vision, aiming on the said cup a couple of seconds later.
So, this was how it felt, then? To aim at something? It felt… good, in a strange way. There was something in the back of his head that started to tingle, like a command for his finger to turn the safety off and then wrap around the trigger. It probably wouldn’t be easy, to just shoot the cup, because it was far away and rather small… and still, it was perfectly placed in the center of his vision, perfectly waiting for him, to test it out, to give it a try…
McCree only realized that he had - indeed - done every single move and shot the cup when the guy he’d previously watched jumped off his chair with a shout, throwing the piece of furniture away, and the obvious noise of shattering porcelain was filling the room. He blinked - once, twice - trying to realize what he had done, hazel eyes taking in the sight of the porcelain shards, the liquid that had splattered across the whole room. There was a moment of silence before more men and women suddenly rushed into the room, a few of them having their guns ready as their gazes rushed around before focussing on the newbie, and Jesse threw the one he’d held in his hand away quickly with a yelp, diving back into the depths of his pool just a fraction of a second later to curl back up into that one corner.
Shit. Fucking shit. Shit! What had he done?!
They hated him now. They wanted to shoot him in return!
Normal mess halls didn’t have concealed weapons hidden in convenient places. But normal mess halls also weren’t placed in Blackwatch’s base. As soon as the gunshot rang out, Gabriel grabbed the nearest pistol, finger on the trigger as he dashed to the large common area, eyes darting over everything to take in the situation. Complete chaos. People were shouting, some looking around for attackers while others were staring at what appeared to be a broken cup, a few even... laughing? Gabriel felt a very brief and uncharacteristic flutter of something akin to panic as he realized that Jesse was nowhere to be seen.
“Cállate!” As one, his unit obeyed, falling silent and allowing Gabriel to get an idea of what had happened. It didn’t take long for him to find out that the mer had fucking fired the gun. Either Jesse had been trying to show off, or it had been an accident - both of those options were less than ideal, and Gabriel’s expression grew stormy. His men all gave him a bit more space, familiar enough with their commander to know that when he looked like that, someone was about to become very sorry. Further questioning let him piece together the complete string of events, and led to him kneeling to examine the broken cup.
That had been a fucking impressing shot. He was also pretty sure that it had been an accident - by now, it had become clear that Jesse had most likely been mimicking what he’d seen. Normally, Gabriel would have been pleased: it was a fucking impressive shot, and it meant the kid was a fast learner. But that was all useless if he couldn’t take orders and follow simply instructions. He was going to have a talk with the kid; Gabriel was in no hurry, though, taking the time to give out orders to his unit and make them disperse, then clean up the broken cup.
The mer had been surprised - most likely, he was beyond anxious right now. Whatever he was thinking to himself was likely a punishment just as hard as what Gabriel intended to dole out. Finally, he returned to the edge of the pool, crouching down to splash at the water with one hand, the other holding the shards of porcelain from the cup. It was how he had gotten Jesse’s attention before, and now, it was a very clear order to come to the surface. “Get your fluffy tail up here, kid. Now.”
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