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fingergxns
This was not what McCree had expected. Not after his mindless rambling, after the comments he’d made, and so he finally looked up at Gabriel after a while, hazel eyes wide as he simply tried to process what the other had just said. It didn’t make things better about him feeling exposed - because Gabriel had exposed him to everyone else! - but it made him feel better about who he was. Though Jesse didn’t care what the other ones were, if one of them was a criminal or an albino… but he cared about what his Commander said regarding him. That he wouldn’t put him back into a tank and that his shot had been amazing, even though he’d fucked up by doing it without his boss’ attention.
The mer swallowed again after a while, gaze dropping down to the hand that was offered to him. That his Commander was wearing black nailpolish - he hadn’t realized it before, but it was interesting. Though he knew that he offered his hand out of a different reason now, waiting for a reaction from his newest Blackwatch member, and McCree hesitated as he thought about what to do now. What did Gabriel expect? That he would offer his hand in return and they would just… shake their hands then? The mer bit his bottom lip.
Then, he moved. Not taking that hand, swimming past it, closer to his Commander. And as he reached the edge of the pool he grabbed it, pushed himself up with his arms, rising in front of the man before literally flopping forwards, chin coming to a rest on a broad shoulder as he leaned his body weight against Gabriel in a silent, no-hands-included hug-like closeness, not caring about soaking him in salt water. His boss should know that feeling by now, right?
“You’re still a fuckin’ asshole, boss.” It was only a whisper against the older man’s ear as McCree closed his eyes and swallowed loudly, waiting to be pushed away. Gabriel surely wouldn’t like this, but Jesse just… had felt that need to do it. Maybe it was one way to explose the other in return, while gettng something he silently craved.
“Joder!” Gabriel had not been ready for suddenly having a mer more or less bodyslam him. With a low ‘oomph’ sound, the breath left him, and he automatically brought up both arms to catch McCree and keep him from falling. Hooking them under Jesse’s own arms, he brought both hands up to grasp at the mer’s shoulder, briefly feeling slightly worried that something might be wrong. Then the mumbled words registered in his head, and for a brief moment, he froze up, blinking to himself. He wasn’t known as a hugger, keeping physical contact limited to just his hands, preferring to pat people on the back or grasp their shoulders. This was... rather awkward for him, to say the least.
“Yeah, well, you get used to that.” He wasn’t going to deny that he was, indeed, an asshole. Giving a sigh that somehow morphed into a dry chuckle, Gabriel shrugged, then used one hand to pat the back of Jesse’s shoulders. Hell, he already had both arms around the kid, he might as well. Clearly there was some reason behind Jesse flopping on him like this, and if Gabriel could maybe help with that, well, then it was worth the attempt.
“At least watch your fins, estúpido idiota. If you get them crushed now it’s your own fault for fucking flopping on me like that. I’m not listening to you whining if you got them pinned.” Making his voice gruff, Gabriel allowed Jesse to remain where he was, looking over his shoulder at the far wall of the base. He kept the patting up for a bit before stopping that, as well, simply leaving his hand resting over the nape of McCree’s neck. Stupid mer. “Would you prefer if we did all future training somewhere private where the rest of the team can’t see?”
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McCree didn’t want to swim back to Gabriel once the fifty laps were done, but since the man was still sitting there and doing the hand-splashing-the-water-thing to get his attention, he knew he had to. So he sighed as he came closer, but leaving about two arms length of space between them as he stopped and simply waited for him to speak, avoiding his gaze as before.
The words caused the mer so sigh once again, but he did it quietly to himself so no one would see or hear it, and he folded his arms over his chest as he let a few silent seconds pass, thinking about what to reply now. How to even say it.
He had no fucking clue how to explain himself, he realized.
It caused some anger to boil up in him but he swallowed it down - or at least, tried to do so - deciding that it was probably better to hide his emotions with some snarky remarks, as he somehow did it to open his mouth. But even if he wanted to - nothing came out at first. Not a fucking single word managed it to leave his being and the mer frowned, pressing his lips together again, probably looking as awkward as a gaping fish on land. He tried one more time, voice shivering as he could hear himself actually say something, somehow: “Probably not enjoyin’ it to be exposed in front of everyone. Hope they all, including you, at least enjoyed the show of the fucking mer kid gettin’ his ass kicked an’ forced to do some laps as a punishment. So it wasn’t for nothin’…” Ah there, the snarky remark who would simply put a wall over everything else that was hidden inside the sea creature’s chest. One way to cope with things… Jesse’s way, to be precise. A defense mechanism, not the wisest one, but one that would work every once in a while since people rarely wanted to push deeper to get to see the real thing, and simply let him be. “Everyone’s already starin’ because of me being a fuckin’ weird sea thing comin’ from a fuckin’ tank. Must be interestin’ to see him fuckin’ up. Risin’ the crew’s mood, heh.”
The lump was still there, in his throat. McCree swallowed thickly once again, trying to get rid of it. He should shut up now. He’d said too much already. But, of course, he was that stupid kid who started rambling when the flood gates were opened. “Still stayin’ a fuckin’ attraction. Still stayin’ weird an’ stupid, I guess. Shot a fuckin’ cup, probably not even worth it to be here. Not even human, got no legs, lives under the damn surface. But I hope you at least enjoyed yourself while seein’ me doin’ what you want, as if your words alone weren’ enough to scold me. Maybe you jus’ should get rid of me an’ put me back into that fuckin’ tank… Probably ain’t what you wish I would be. Probably even regretting that you got me out of there at all… An’ you expect me to be happy after this?”
The more he spoke, the more his voice cracked, the more it picked up speed and Jesse swallowed again, really wanting to dive back into the corner of this pool now, hide and never get back up. He’d never admit that he just wanted someone to… comfort him. Because that was weak, right? He wasn’t weak. He never would be weak.
Ah. There it was, everything that’d been pooling up behind that pout and those puppy eyes. Gabriel didn’t change his expression, keeping silent as he analyzed each and every word, turning them over in his head. It was obvious that everything Jesse had been through had left marks on his psyche. It was up to Gabriel to remove those marks. Tilting his head, he considered how best to go about doing so.
“... Did you know that we have an albino on the team? Looks like a thirteen year old girl dipped in flour. First time he fucked up and I made him do pull-ups, he threw up then passed out in front of everyone. No one judged him. Martin? Used to sell illegal firearms from her garage. No one judges her. I paint my fingernails black, and no one judges that, either.” Gabriel held up one hand, the back of it turned towards Jesse so the mer could see said painted nails. “No one here’s an attraction. Not the albino, not the former criminal, not the commander who likes nail polish. And not you, either. We’re all just teammates, nothing more, nothing less.” If needed, he could keep on listing misfits. Truth was, Blackwatch had over time become a bit of a gathering for those who didn’t quite fit in elsewhere, those who stood out in some way. Gabriel took them in for their talents, and he honestly didn’t give a fuck about much else.
“You think I’m regretting taking you in? Fuck no. That was an amazing shot, you’re a natural. Everyone makes mistakes; what I want is that you learn from them. I expect that you have.” McCree was too far away for Gabriel to actually reach him, so he settled for holding out his hand, palm up, in an unspoken offer. He might not be the best at comfort, but he did everything in his power to support his men, and when it all came down to it, wasn’t those two things just sides of the same coin? “I still believe you’re right where you belong, kid. And if anyone tries getting you back in that aquarium, I’ll personally wring their neck. You’re Blackwatch now.”
fingergxns
The smile that was offered to McCree somehow didn’t help this time. It couldn’t reach as deep as the man’s words had, it couldn’t just make things good within a few fucking seconds. McCree would continue to feel bad, would continue to think about this, about if he was even worth this shit at all and if it wasn’t better if Gabriel and his crew didn’t have to focus on the mer. Even though his boss seemed fine by now, not as if he really thought about kicking the young man out after just having him here for a couple of hours… it didn’t tell anything. No one could see what was happening behind that head, as Gabriel himself seemed to have no clue what happened inside of the mer’s.
… It somehow hurt that the Commander even seemed satisfied with the way Jesse was handling this, and the mer didn’t smile back at him.
Just ignore this, McCree told himself as he took a breath and turned away, lips still pressed together as he started to swim, as the man wanted him to. He didn’t put much effort into it but wasn’t being lazy either, just… kinda doing it, defeated, not able to do what he actually wanted to do at this moment. He felt overwhelmed, he wanted to hide, he wanted … But, he probably hadn’t deserved to get what he wanted to. Laps it would be, then.
Whenever Jesse was facing Gabriel because he was swimming his laps he made sure that he was not looking at him, eyes constantly averted, mouth shut as he swam along, nose and mouth mostly hidden under the water’s surface as his hazel hues just took in the reflections on the moving liquid. He knew that some people were looking at him, not only his boss, but what should he do? Jesse couldn’t do a fucking thing then what his Commander wanted him to do if he didn’t want to fuck this up even more.
Hopefully, the fifty laps would be over soon. He had a really hard time to being looked at right now, and that fucking lump in his throat didn’t want to leave either. And hopefully Gabriel was enjoying the fucking show.
Well, something was wrong. The kid might be doing as he’d been told, but he was acting like a puppy whose owner had kicked him out in the rain. More concerning still was the fact that he didn’t meet Gabriel’s eyes. This was not what Gabriel had wanted; he wasn’t interested in a broken soldier or a mindless machine who just jumped to obey orders. This had been an important lesson for Jesse, one every member of the unit had needed to be taught - it hadn’t been meant to break him. Frowning, Gabriel crouched by the edge of the pool, silently counting the laps until all fifty had been completed. Then he gently splashed his hand in the water again, waiting for the id to come back.
“Alright kid, where’d your fire go?” Beating around the bush did no good, in Gabriel’s opinion, so he got straight to the point. Sure, he hadn’t known the mer for a long time, but he could still tell something was bothering Jesse. This wasn’t the same kid who’d cheekily called Allison ma’am and who had openly asked about his commander’s choice in pants. Gabriel frowned, a tiny crease of concern forming between his brows. The reprimand had been to fix things from Jesse’s mistake. Seemed he’d have to fix things from the reprimand, now.
“As far as I’m concerned, things have been dealt with now. Everyone else here thinks the same way. You messed up, we talked it over, then we move on and all learn from the experience. But this is eating at you, and despite what people say about me, I don’t enjoy making my men miserable. So. Tell me?” Gabriel was not a people person. He didn’t do touchy-feely conversations, and he had absolutely no clue how to invite Jesse to talk about what was obviously emotional for the mer. He didn’t do stuff like this. Sure, Jesse would get over it eventually without him interfering, but something nagging in the back of his mind was demanding that Gabriel fixed this now.
Death walks among you.
fingergxns
The words hit McCree, and yes, he got them, but part of him now worried if Gabriel would even allow him to hold a gun in the future again. Maybe he made decisions inside his head now, while lecturing the mer - maybe he was even regretting that he’d taken him in at the first place? Maybe he told himself how stupid Jesse was, how much he sucked, as he couldn’t even do what he wanted him to do at the first day? It hadn’t been many hours since the man had rescued his ass from the tanks, and McCree had already fucked up.
Caused him to wonder himself, if he was even worth this all. If he was worth it to be part of Blackwatch, part of that man’s team, one people would put trust into?
The realization hit him almost harder than the words of his boss and he swallowed thickly, glassy hazel eyes focussed on the deep brown ones - because he knew he wasn’t allowed to avert his gaze - forcing himself to nod quickly within the grab that held his face up and close. Every part of him wanted to swim back, to escape, to hide somewhere, but he couldn’t move - the only thing that did was his tail fin as it kept him up, and the little fins on his hips as they always moved when he was upset in any way. Releasing tension that built up within the sea creature’s muscles.
Jesse felt utterly defeated, in a weird way. He normally wasn’t like this - at least, he tried not to be - but Gabriel had this one certain way of behaving, combined with him being the one who had helped him and who had offered him this all. He’d disappointed the guy in return, instead of properly thanking him for what he’d done, and it caused that thick lump in McCree’s throat to grow even thicker until he wasn’t sure if he could even continue to breathe properly. No words left him, nothing was there that he was able to be spoken in this moment, lips glued together as he tried to not choke on his own spit.
He quickly closed his eyes then - because they burned in a special way. He didn’t want Gabe to see him weak like this, and he knew that especially his hazel orbs were betraying him quite successfully.
“Good.” With just that, Gabriel released his grip no Jesse’s chin, the hard flare in his eyes returning to the usual dim glow as he smiled. To him, this was all there was to it; he’d quite obviously gotten through to Jesse, and he was certain this was a one time offense and the kid wouldn’t repeat his mistake. Honestly, that was all Gabriel could ask, and he’d choose to take it as a good sign that the kid was so upset. It meant he was willing to learn. Jesse got a single pat on one shoulder before Gabriel tilted his own head to the side, sending him a calculating look.
“Don’t worry pescado pequeño, that was the bad part. Normally, I follow up a reprimand by making the soldier who fucked up do squats, but I suppose that’s not really an option for you. Hm.” After a verbal correction, Gabriel always gave his soldiers a physical punishment, and it was more or less tradition for that to be forcing them to either run laps or do squats. Sometimes both, if he was feeling particularly like they needed to get the lesson they’d just learned really hammered in. The talking to was always the worst part; the exercise was more or less for show, to let everyone see that the culprit had indeed been appropriately punished. No matter how bad your transgression, everyone forgave you after you’d spent a few grueling hours of repetitive training under the commander.
“I suppose I’ll have you swim laps in the pool for now. We’ll need a more shallow basin for future exercise for you, I’ll get someone on that.” The last part was mostly just mumbled to himself, Gabriel eyeing McCree’s arms. He was going to put the kid through so many push-ups - sure the mer was muscular, but there was always room for improvement. “I have no idea how fast you are, so let’s say fifty laps as a start, see how you handle that.”
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McCree had only joined Blackwatch on a whim. He’d been running with Deadlock because they were creeping closer to his territory and he wanted to guide them away. When Blackwatch destroyed them, it would have been easy just to leave, disappear into the night and never return. But Blackwatch represented power. He shifted his form to a young man angry at the world, pulled a sob story out of his ass, and found himself a seat right near the beating pulse of conflict on an international scale.
But, over time, Gabriel Reyes’s power waned and McCree started to lose interest. He left and Overwatch went up in flames not long after. It hadn’t even been his fault that time. A few years later, some mercenary named Reaper started going after the prize on his head.
He managed to keep Reaper off his tail for a long time, but the mercenary actually managed to get the jump on him in a forest in the Appalachian Mountains. He didn’t notice Reaper was there until the bullets tore through his spine, dropping him to the ground. He rolled over onto his side, staring up at the owl mask. “Honey, I knew you were having trouble tracking me but I didn’t realize your aim was so shit too.” He pressed one thumb against his forehead. “This is where you’re supposed to be aiming. Come on, try again.”
So McCree hadn’t lost that cocky attitude over the years. Seemed like Reaper would need to kill him very slowly then, just so he could take his time ripping apart the confidence and bravado. Attitude aside though, McCree seemed awfully calm for someone who had just taken a shotgun shot to the spine. Slowly tilting his head to the side, Reaper scrutinized the man on the ground. There was no fear visible in his eyes - was it because he hid it, or because he didn’t feel afraid? No matter which, Reaper was going to remedy that.
“You didn’t think you were going to get a quick death, did you?” Ignoring the jab at his hunting abilities as well as the ridiculous petname, Reaper lifted a foot. He didn’t kick, just brought down his metal boot on McCree’s torso, just over the xiphoid process of the sternum. Then, slowly, he ground down, adding weight. He hadn’t been a light man when alive, and his legs were still muscular, making it easy to slowly and painfully lean on that one leg. Still, something seemed... off.
Squinting, Reaper studied McCree closer still. He’d been shot in the back. Reaper intended to drag out his death, to make him suffer, but the fact still remained that Jesse McCree was very slowly dying. Or, he should have been - there was no flicker from within him, no glow of the very force of life that should be slipping from him. How odd. With a frown behind his mask, Reaper moved his foot up to crush down on McCree’s collarbones, taking another shot; this time, he aimed for the liver.
fingergxns
The mer swallowed thickly as Gabriel gestured him to come closer, forcing him with his gaze alone, brown hues that stared at him as if they were sharp daggers, cutting through his skin right into his very being. There was no way Jesse wouldn’t do it, so he quietly swam up to the edge of the pool, everything below his nose still completely surrounded by water, hazel eyes wide, pupils small as he looked up at his Commander, trying to relax himself. Because he knew, things were going to become bad now, and he tried to be ready for the storm that was about to crash down on it.
Even though Gabriel’s voice was calm, it did little to make McCree feel safe in any way. He could still sense it, the disappointment that radiated off his boss’ being, mixed with his incredible authority, and Jesse felt that need to just make himself even smaller than he already was right now, as Gabriel was staring down at him, appearing like a huge, dangerous figure hovering over the sea creature. It was so bad that it even made Jesse shut up, even though he normally would start to defend himself - being that blunt one, having a huge mouth with a lot of phrases that he could use. Right now though, he didn’t even dare to speak a single word.
Only when the man asked for an explaination and obviously waited for an answer, the mer prepared himself to speak. He swallowed some of the salty water that surrounded him, pushing his chin up a bit after that just so that his lips were in the air, revealing that they were red and swollen - McCree had chewed on them the whole time - and he cleared his throat, sighing.
“I apologize?” Hazel eyes broke the gaze they shared with the dark hues, looking down at the water, forced puffs of air causing the surface to wobble slightly right under his nose. “It felt… like a right thing to do.” It was hard to explain, since Jesse himself had no real clue what had happened exactly. There was a sudden rush of some anger boiling up in him finally, and he shook his head as he knitted his brows and looked back up at the other. “It was never my intention to fuckin’ hurt someone an’ I didn’! I shot a fuckin’ cup, an’ as far as I know, that thing does not live at all!”
A pause followed where the mer cooled down visibly, inching back a bit as he realized how harsh his words had sounded. He cleared his throat anotther time, hands fiddling with each other in front of his chest, hidden by the water, before he spoke again, much calmer then before, shy even. “I got… I got comfy with it, boss. I had it in my hand an’… I saw that cup an’… I jus’ thought ‘bout how I could aim at it an’ shoot it an’… then it made that fuckin’ noise an’ I realized that I had indeed shot it. It wasn’t hard, easy to do, but I know I fucked up.” Another pause and McCree finally looked back up, eyes almost pleading as he stared. “I know what I did. It wasn’ an accident… I suppose. Not really. Not… completely. I wanted to shoot that cup… in a way. But I shouldn’ have. I…” His words died in his throat then.
“You’re damn right you shouldn’t have. No, you didn’t shoot anyone, but that’s not what this is about, Jesse. This isn’t about the shot, it’s about the fact that I gave you an instruction, and you didn’t follow it. It’s- mierda, look at me when I’m talking to you, kid.” The way Jesse was sulking with his face barely over the surface of the pool was bothering Gabriel. Squatting, he reached out to grab the mer’s chin, tilting his head up and pulling to draw him closer. How the hell was he supposed to talk to Jesse when the kid looked like he was about to book it and just flee? The touch was used to ground him, and although Gabriel didn’t squeeze and was careful not to be rough, the hand was also a thing that wouldn’t be denied.
“Listen. Blackwatch is a tightly knit unit. We have each others’ backs, we need to be able to trust our comrades. I need to know that if I give an instruction, it’ll be followed.” Voice still grave, Gabriel held Jesse’s gaze, keeping quiet to let his words sink in. A soldier who couldn’t follow orders would never work in a team where they relied on one another. Sure, the fact that Jesse had shot a cup had been bad, but Gabriel could take some of the blame for that since he’d been the one to leave the mer with a loaded gun. The real problem was that he’d told Jesse what not to do, and Jesse had then gone and done just that.
“One day, it won’t be a gun in your hands, it’ll be the lives of your fellow agents, of civilians, or of me. I need to know I can trust your judgement, should moments like those occur. Comprende?” Sure, it might be bluntly put, but it was the truth, and Gabriel didn’t believe in sugarcoating things. McCree had fucked up, and if painfully pulling apart the mistake he’d made was what it took to ensure the kid would never do it again, well. Then that was just what it’d take. In the end, it was for everyone’s benefit, especially Jesse’s own. And with Gabriel’s hand under his chin, Gabriel’s dark eyes boring into his own, there was really nothing for Jesse to do but accept it.
fingergxns
McCree could hear it, the muffled sounds of people speaking, Gabriel’s voice echoing through the room. He could sense that the man wasn’t pleased, the way he shouted told a lot, and it caused Jesse to roll himself up even more, almost as if he was trying to disappear in the corner until the other had calmed down a bit.
Hopefully, he hadn’t fucked up completely now. Because McCree wanted this, he wanted to be part of Blackwatch and he wanted to hold a gun. He wanted to become someone, to change things, to be a cool guy, to be tough and strong and accepted. He had no clue why he’d even shot the damn cup… it had just felt right, in a way, like a sense inside him pushing him to pull the trigger and get rid of the thing with a single, well-placed bullet.
Normally, the mer was a blunt guy. One who said what he thought, one who could fight his way out of situations… but some of it was only a facade, a well-built wall to protect himself, and it wasn’t working all the time. Like right now - because he liked the others, or wanted to like them and to get to know them - and he’d done a fucking mistake and he knew that, as fingers were splashing the water’s surface to get his attention, Gabriel surely hadn’t come back to offer him some food and more practice. He would be lectured about this, at least. Maybe his boss would even shout at him, be mad, be angry. The chances were high.
He thought about ignoring his Commander, letting a few minutes pass, but part of him told that he had to swim back up to not make it worse. So he sighed, slowly uncurling his tail to let his body float up, until his eyes peeked out from beneath the water’s surface. He made sure to keep a good distance from Gabriel though, hazel eyes wide as they took in the sight of the other almost shyly.
“All the way in here, kid. None of that hovering out in the middle of the pool, get in here.” Pointing at the edge right in front of him, Gabriel patiently waited. He had a way of speaking and keeping himself when angry; there was no need for him to raise his voice or even curse. Gabriel was a strong man, he’d always had a certain authority around him. Now, the air around him seemed to thicken with disapproval and anger, everything from the shine in his eyes to the sit of his shoulders saying he was displeased. Around the room, every other agent moved themselves away just a tiny bit, many sending Jesse looks of pity.
“Now...” Gabriel waited until the mer had come closer before speaking again, his voice calm, sounding just like it had when he’d lectured Jesse about the gun. “What did I tell you before handing over the pistol? What was the first lesson I gave you? The very first thing I said, before letting you hold it, before even pointing out the different parts to you?” Again, he waited. Sure, he could yell at Jesse, but honestly, silence was often much more effective. The kid was clearly beating himself up mentally for his mistake, and he could probably do so just as well as Gabriel could. So he paused again, taking his time to carefully study each and every tiny feature of the mer’s face, letting the silence do his work for him.
“Look at this. This is a shard from the cup you shot. Now, imagine you’d shot a person. What happened to that cup would have happened to their skull.The entrance hole might have looked clean, but the back of their skull would have shattered, just like this cup did. A clean headshot, and they’d be dead before they hit the ground.” Gabriel held up a white shard of porcelain, turning it this way and that as if to let Jesse have a better look. It even had some curvature to it, the color and shape lending to the comparison. “Now, what I want to know is why you went against my instructions. I taught you what not to do, and you went and did just that. Why?”
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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.”
Come undone
Closed for @oldmanmccree
It had taken so long. So fucking long to finally find this very special name on his list. Reaper didn’t know if he should be pleased or infuriated about that; he might have been disappointed if McCree had been easy to track down, it’d mean all the time spent teaching him would have been wasted. But oh, Reaper also wanted to find him, and though the long hunt was fun, he was also pleased that it had drawn to an end.
He had found McCree, in the end. Of course he had. There had never been any real doubt about the outcome, it had honestly only been a matter of time. Now the only thing left was to decide what to do with the whelp. There were so many possibilities. Jesse McCree had left. He left Blackwatch, and he needed to pay for that. On the other hand, he hadn’t taken Morrison’s side - did that earn him the respite of a quick death? Though leaving had in some ways been an even worse betrayal than if he’d chosen to side with Morrison.
In the end, Reaper settled for a nice, clean shot to the lower back. It’d shatter the spine and probably damage the nerves enough to paralyze McCree from the waist down. Bleeding out would be slow, and Reaper could still torture the little traitor if he felt like it; it seemed a good compromise for now. The shot rang with an almost poetic finality, and Reaper smiled underneath his mask. The smirk grew into a chuckle as he sauntered around the cowboy, eager to see the look in those eyes. And finally, the chuckle grew into smug words, Reaper’s voice a raspy purr filled with mirth. “No one can outrun Death. Certainly not you.”
Good night
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// I know I have been a bit absent this week, but my clinical internship is kinda sucking all my time and energy. I swear I’ll get to replies tomorrow when it’s finally weekend! Until then, I’m sorry, and I’ll post some neat art for you to admire?
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Downpour
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The adrenaline that surged in his synthetic veins was bitter, sour, awful; unlike the feeling of sheer happiness and excitement that came with things like skydiving or rollercoasters. No, this was a feeling that fought for control, brought his heart up to his throat in fear. It was true, he did value his eyes, and would be, both physically and mentally, lost without them. They may not have held the same sparkle like when he was younger, but they were still his… He had no desire for metal eyes or being blind while he waited for the procedure to give him his sight back.
Genji squirmed, wanting to shake his head at Reaper’s suggestion to rip his eyes from him, but didn’t want to hit the sharpened claws by accident, not even allowing himself to close his eyes. He resigned himself to mouthing words, unable to call them forth audibly.
Please… I need them. I will do anything.
And he meant it. He would have done anything Reaper asked of him, well almost anything, in order to keep his eyes. He had seen operatives with fake eyes, a metal orb with a bright red iris, staring him down on occasionnas he passed by in the hallways. He had no idea how effective they were, if they could be remotely shut down, or how well the operatives could see out of them. Painkillers didn’t seem to work on the cyborg either, and he didn’t want to endure anything else at the hands of the R&D team. They had put him together when he had been passed out from bloodloss the first time, but he doubted they would be able to put him under again this time for any surgical procedures for new eyes. So much had already been taken from him, his body, his family, his life, his free will… He couln’t lose his eyes along with them.
“Seems like I found a weakness.” There was a teasing lilt in Reaper’s voice. “Now, what makes you think you can offer me anything that will make me change my mind? You’re worthless, you can’t do anything that’d be of interest to me.” Correction: Genji couldn’t do anything that would interest Reaper more than what he was currently doing. It was fun to toy with the ninja; why would he stop?
“What could someone like you, someone so useless and insignificant, possibly do in exchange for my mercy? I am a ruthless monster, niño pequeño, surely you have realized that by now. And you, you are nothing. Your family rejected you, you couldn’t even die properly and thereby restore at least a little of your honor, you’re lower than even omnics... What makes you think you have anything to offer me?” Slowly, Reaper circled his claw, keeping it oh so close to those brown eyes. Actually, he could think of one thing he wanted: for Genji to break down and cry. Wouldn’t that be amusing?
Of course, demanding that would hardly work. It’d be funny to see if he could push the ninja far enough to actually make him shed a tear. And if he accidentally broke him while doing said pushing? No big loss. So Reaper waited for a reply Genji couldn’t even voice, smiling behind his mask: bearing the air not of someone listening out of genuine interest in being offered anything, but that of a predator cruelly toying with its prey before devouring it.