jesse mccree meets his new dads

[good_bamf_ugly]

[Most solitary confinements, McCree imagined, would be dark isolating places. A place you were supposed to hang your head in shame, sit in a corner and think about all the bad and terrible things you've ever done. (He's done a lot, to be fair). Not Overwatch's confinement. The miniature prison was likely built by Torbjörn himself, with cell walls blue and see-through, like four of Reinhardt's shields were boxed together. They were vaguely glowing, as if the light of them was for the express purpose of ensuring he was to be maintained like an animal on display. None of the other gang members were here. Most of them didn't have the misfortune of being captured. He decided the only thing he could do was keep his head held high and wait for the consequences when he was otherwise at the lowest he's ever been.

Deadlock had been hit pretty badly by this, though he didn't think they were dead done. Not yet.

Not a damn thing he could do about it either way. Maybe it was for the best.

His hat darkly obscures much of his face. He smells like sweat, iron and regret. He's got his hands cuffed at his front and been given one piddly chair to sit in the center of his cell, which he occupies by splaying his legs wide out and taking up as much space as he can. The spurs of his boots rest his feet at a comfortable angle for it, and he didn't have to push much to slightly tip legs of his chair. It makes a satisfying clack when he bends his knees forward, loud and echoing down here. Didn't even know exactly where he was--just that he was starting to lose his patience in waiting. If they were going to kill him they would have done it already, he's sure. Clack. He's heard whispers, something about an interview. Maybe a deal, if he had to guess. Clack. Clack. He's not sure how to feel about his prospects at all. He sort of just wishes there was something more lively to look at than these walls.]

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[strikecommand]

[At that, he offers McCree a sort of sympathetic glance. Jack knows more than anyone how Gabe can be, and in certain circumstances, wouldn't wish him on anyone. He paces the room a little, finally settling on what seems to be a command console for the cells.]

Any funny business, and the deal's off.

[This is a risk. A big one. Jack might be playing Good Cop now, but he's not going to hesitate if Jesse tries to cross them. But he thinks Reyes can make that abundantly clear. He casually punches in a few codes on the glowing blue console, and the hard light walls shut down with a ka-thunk.]

Let's go, Jesse.

[deadouttalock]

[Obediently, McCree stands and makes his way towards the two men with slow easy steps. He keeps his hands at his front, plain and easy to see. No words at the moment but he sure is relieved to be able to stretch his legs at the very least.]

[ensombrecer]

[ As Jesse languidly walks past, Reyes has half a mind to deliver a swift kick to his backside to get him moving. He refrains only because Jesse’s not a prisoner or anything like that, just an unwilling recruit. Reyes remembers when he first joined the military– he was so young, only 16 years old after dropping out of school. With so little options in his life at that point, the life of a soldier seemed like the only path for him (not to mention his family probably felt the same way).

He remembers how he felt when he arrived on base, how overwhelmed he felt, but it ended up being the place he felt most at home. It suited his aggressive and task-oriented style. He can’t see the same sort of dedication from this kid, even if he had more talent in his pinky finger than some of the adult privates back on base and even some of the people on in his own unit. The kid has a lot of potential, and while he can see him being a huge thorn in his side, he sees him as a great asset as well.

Walking alongside them, his long strides bring him side by side with Morrison quickly as Jesse walks behind them. Not wanting the kid to overhear their conversation, he keeps his tone low. ]

He’ll be a different person the next time you see him, I’ll make sure of it.