#mccree stop

[owlishhhh]

Gabriel Reyes, holding a gun to McCrees head: Say it! Say 'you all are not'

McCree, not giving a fuck: YAINT

[pulse-ammunition]

A cowboy is certainly not a master of stealth by any means but he's taking the opportunity to leave behind what is, in his honest opinion, a rather darn good bottle of whiskey.

He saw him, Jack saw him, this grown man literally in his sights as he crept around furniture and around the corner stumbling along to just leave behind a bottle of alcohol.

During this, what ever it was, he would stare at Mccree through his visor not letting him out of his sight as he again rolled himself away. At least the bottle looked enticing, the gift was appreciated.

[worsesword]

Okay but wtf is this

[onadiffrentacountnshit]

oH MY GOD I JUST FOUND OUT THE MCCREES BELT THING STAND FOR "bad ass mother fucker" AND LIKE I SPENT HOWERS, GUCKIN DAYS TRYING TO FIGGER IT OUT AND KNOW IM JUST CRYING LIKE