DULL BOY.

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         “ i never said i would be fighting fairly, whatever it takes to eliminate the target — even should there be casualties to our own side . ”

        his gaze dropped to his ryu ichimonji, taking in its finely tuned edge. the slightest bit of green hues dancing off the blade. “ i am not inclined to tell you anything regarding my abilities . “ genji spat, fingers lifting the blade to sheath it back. call him distrustful but he kept what he was capable of quiet to the other agents, less out of distrust and more in case if he ever had to fight against them: they wouldn’t know what to expect. it was true they had both been part of overwatch once, but that mattered so little now. overwatch simply being responsible for bringing him back and forcing him to live a life he did not want. it wasn’t a good memory.

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           ❛  now  that  DEFINITELY  ain’t  like  you  .  ❜  

             his  brown  eyes  trailed  genji’s  hand  as  he  sheathed  his  sword  ,  mind  IDLY  wondering  what  it  would  be  like  to  carry  a  thing  of  such  POWER  .  everytime  he  saw  genji  now  that  he  had  joined  talon  ,  mccree  felt  a  little  like  someone  was  showing  him  family  photos  he  never  REMEMBERED  taking  .  he  had...  mixed  emotions  about  overwatch  ,  &  if  he  never  processed  them  he’d  be  content  .  most  would  appreciate  a  friendly  face  after  wandering  the  desert  ,  completely  ALONE  ,  for  five  years  ,  but  seeing  genji  was  like  mccree  staring  down  his  past  .  but  a  distorted  ,  warped  image  of  his  history  .  this  wasn’t  the  man  he  KNEW  at  all  .  a  sigh  escaped  past  his  lips  ,  chapped  from  desert  heat  ,  &  he  brought  his  cigarillo  back  to  his  lips  .

          ❛  you  used  t’  be  SMARTER  than  that  .  ❜  

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         ❛  you  know  ,  i  still  remember  the  day  we  made  that  deal  .  felt  like  i  was  makin’  a  deal  with  the  devil  himself  .  used  to  consider  it  my  redemption-  some  savin’  grace  you  turned  out  to  be  .  ❜

        spite  sprinkles  his  features  ,  manipulating  the  shadows  spread  across  his  face  to  ones  of reflection  ,  revealing  that  perhaps  those  memories  will  stay  with  him  a  while  longer  .  of  course  ,  while  he  was  no  grim  ghost  back  then  ,  jesse  didn’t  have  particularly  fond  memories  with  him  .  in  another  life  perhaps  he  was  grateful  for  the  lessons  taught  about  respect  ,  discipline  ,  &  integrity  ,  but  in  this  one  he  was  bitter  &  still  angry  at  the  chaos  caused  by  the  older  .  in  the  end  ,  gabriel’s  pattern  of  behavior  ,  maladaptive  personality  traits  ,  &  determination  were  all  things  mccree  inherited  .  learned  behavior  that  eventually  lead  him  wandering  back  to  talon  .  

     ❛  didn’t  know  i’d  be  workin’  with  a  coward  with  no  idea  how  to  run  an  organization  .  it  was  a  good  thing  they  let  morrison  run  it-  you’d’ve  been  terrible  at  it  with  how  big  it  was  growin’  .  ❜

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        ❛  call  that  a  fair  fight  ?  summonin’  a  dragon  ?  how’s  that  work  anyhow  ?  ❜       

           a  puzzled  look  was  drawn  across  his  face  as  he  spoke  to  the  fellow  talon  member  ,  thinking  briefly  back  to  their  days  in  the  watch  .  but  they  were  both  different  men  then  &  mccree  knew  it  wasn’t  fair  to  think  of that  genji  as  the  same  one  that  was  before  him  .  time  had  changed  them  both . 

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          ❛  it’s  one  thing  to  kill  a  man  from  a  distance  ,  like  you’re  killin’  an  animal  .  it’s  another  thing  to  kill  him  &  look  him  in  the  eye  .  ain’t  it  ,  amélie  ?  ❜

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              ❛  what’re  you  waiting  for  ?  jus’  shoot  !  ❜

               pain  devoured  every  inch  of  his  body,  the  two  separate  bullets  in  his  right  arm  making  their  presence  more  than  known.  his  prosthetic  arm  had  been  torn  off,  mccree  being  forced  to  use  his  serape  to  try  &  stop  the  bleeding.  wounds  practically  littered  his  body,  scrapes  &  cuts  everywhere,  but  gaping wounds scattered across his torso demanded more attention.  for  all  intents  &  purposes,  jesse  mccree  was  rendered  completely  vulnerable,  a  pile  of  torn  ligaments,  severed  nerves,  &  metallic  blood.  but  he  still  maintained  that  western  grit,  looking  with  a  determined  stare  at  the  mask  in  front  of  him.

             he  managed  to  get  himself  propped  against  a  box  containing  unknown  military  weaponry,  every  centimeter  of  movement  bringing  more  pain.  he  really  looked  like  a  man  who  should  be  begging  for  his  life,  serape  tied  around  a  stump  where  his  elbow  used  to  be,  chest  miserably  going  up  &  down.  every  breath  caused  him  to  feel  more  &  more  like  he  was  suffocating,  chest  tightening,  involuntary,  slight  wheezing  filling  the  air.

            ❛  what,  you  backin’  out  at  the  last  second  ?  jus’  shoot,  i  ain’t  gon’  stop  you  !  ❜

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the good, the bad and the dirty — panic! at the disco

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‘ ALL WE’RE NEEDING IS A REASON, IT DON’T NEED TO BE CLEAR. SINGING SONGS TO THE NEWS, IT CAN PLAY TO THEIR FEARS. SOMEONE’S GOT TO DIE, & YOU DON’T HAVE TO LOVE IT, BUT THE MILITARY’S STILL GOT MORE IN ITS BUDGET. YOU’VE GOT TIME, BUT THE REST OF US WILL LIVE & DIE LIKE PLASTIC SOLDIERS, ONLY GROWING OLDER. ‘

indie talon au mccree. penned by maxwell. 

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@wcstern + from here. 

‘ – JACK MORRISON WASN’T A GOOD MAN. ’ 

he’s short with mccree, the visor providing a good cover up his equally disgusted and upset expression as he snarled out his response, fists and teeth clenched. it was as though it was a personal remark; he took it without the grain of salt you’d expect, but as though he was stabbed, the words cutting into flesh that he’d never consider his own after the events that fueled him to live. spite was his middle name ( not literally; he’d never say it ) and he lived as it was. he wasn’t the man stated–

HE WAS ONLY A SOLDIER.

76 took a breath, a brief head shake of exasperation. he’s a tired man that wanted rest wherever he could get it between those periods of “justice” and “good deeds” he’d perform– quiet times. no noise, no thoughts, no… anything. solitude was a friend yet a burden; a sort of thing he’d curse on those terrible nights he wished he wasn’t the “hero,” the poster boy, the figurehead and the one who took the fucking fall. he should never have lived through that fight.

‘ we’re not clear, cowboy. you’re idolizing a man that led a group that’d never do anything good for the world; OVERWATCH was never good for the world. ’

and he’s firm with his statement, a subtle ( not at all ) stomp of his foot on the ground. 

‘ i’ll disrespect him as much as i want to. did you ever really know him? how can you be so sure he was honorable? for all you know, he could’ve just been AN EXPERT ACTOR. ’ 

he wasn’t, but he wished he was.

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       ❛  overwatch  helped  a  whole  lotta  people  .  overwatch  &  jack  morrison  saved  my  life  .  he  was  the  most  honest  man  i’ve  ever  known  &  that’s  a  damn  fact  .  ❜  

         defenses  were  clearly  up  ( though  with  jesse  ,  it  was  rare  he  let  his  guards  down )  &  hand  was  hovering  closer  to  his  gun  ,  a  common  occurrence  when  he  grew  irritable  .  not  that  he  would  shoot  someone  for  merely  insulting  a  dead  man  ,  but  he  figured  if  it  got  too  bad  ,  a  warning  shot  wouldn’t  hurt  .  talon  was  already  bringing  his  poorly  controlled  sadness-turned-rage  to  the  surface  ,  &  mccree  was  ready  to  let  his  demons  take  control  .  apathy  had  already  claimed  him  .  or  at  least  ,  that’s  what  he  liked  to  think  to help  him  sleep  at  night  .  

         ❛  why  am  i  even  talkin’  to  you  ?  you  ain’t  worthy  of  my  time  .  ❜  

           one  thing  he  despised  about  criminals:  no  sense  of  respect  .  it  was  something  he  admittedly  lacked  for  the  vast  majority  of  his  life  ,  taking  no  prisoners  ,  bowing  to  no  masters  ,  priests  ,  or  officers  ,  but  that  was  a  thinking  he  had  grown  out  of  .  something  reyes  &  morrison  had  taught  him  .  something  a  cutthroat  like  the  man  in  front  of  him  would  never  know  about  .  oh  ,  it  was  sort  of  humorous  how  wrong  jesse  mccree  could  truly  be  .

           ❛  no  one  without  respect  is  worthy  of  my  time  .  ❜

            but  still  ,  he  remained  as  set  in  place  as  the  orange  rock  dotting  his  home  state  ,  waiting  for  the  nameless  criminal  to  respond  or  get  out  of  his  face  .  either  would  work  just  fine  for  jesse  ,  still  staring  down  the  man  .  he  wanted  to  send  a  clear  message  this  man  was  not  his  friend  .

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