In an AU where McCree is Reaper, and Reyes is the bounty hunter, Reyes and the other new Overwatch members are trying to track down Taker, and neutralize him. He’s been going after old Overwatch members, members that they could use, and sucking them dry of their souls.
They finally corner him, only for Taker to escape, in which Reyes goes on ahead and stands in the warpath. The Taker doesn’t draw, doesn’t fight, just tells Reyes to move, to leave him and his fight alone. That Reyes isn’t his target, and never would be.
Of course Reyes questions him, why he’s doing this, who he is. Taker simply shakes his head and laughs. “Have you really not seen the clues? They’re traitors, they sold us out, to Talon, to the UN, to Them. They ruined us... their only retribution is their blood on my hands.” Finally Reyes gets it, gets why he’s targeting these agents, why nobody they’ve gathered so far has been bothered by the ghost supposedly hunting them down. They’re not his target, but they will be if they don’t get out of his way.
It’s then Reyes feels a nagging that Taker has to be someone who used to work with them, closely. The memories of Jesse he’s bottled up, from the day he lost him in Switzerland come surging, and he can’t stop himself from trembling to embrace the bone-masked vigilante. It’s his boy, his second in command, the only one who could keep him sane during Overwatch’s collapse. He’s there, avenging them, still alive... or so it seems. It’s when he feels bony arms encircle him that he realizes how hard it must have been on McCree as well, unable to contact him for fear of hurting Reyes. Of hurting the others, by dragging them into his bloody mission.
Soon Reyes can feel nothing, but the sandy winds push by, caressing him gently and warmly before disappearing again.