*Jesses first stakeout mission*
Gabe: *sighs* looks like we’ll be roughing it out here tonight. Get comfy kid. Or as… comfy as possible.
Mccree: *looks around the abandoned warehouse and smirks* oh don’t worry I turned getting comfy in abandoned buildings into an art form.
Mccree: *walks over to a wall and rips out a bunch of the soft but old insulation before ripping a tattered moth eaten curtain off the wall* Just wait. *walks over to a bunch of large crates and carefully builds himself a nest between them all to stay hidden while he sleeps*
Gabe: *watching with slight amazement, and a shitload of heartache* …where’d ya learn this kid?
Mccree: I got good at hiding in places my pa couldn’t reach, and when I ran away from foster ‘care’ I found it was safer sleeping amongst mundane crap nobody would bat an eye at if they came urban explorin, or just lookin for a place to shoot up. There! All done. I made one for you too.
Gabe: *glances past the crates to see the unusually comfy looking makeshift beds* Thanks kid, I’ll take the first watch. You get some sleep.
Mccree: *nods and curls up on his bed after making himself comfy* sure thing boss.
Gabe: … *unzips his backpack and pulls out a big blanket before walking over and tucking it over the cowboy* sleep tight mijo…
have some angst
Mccree: *gets a poor grade on his first set of homework* …
Gabe: *quietly looking it over figuring out how he can help Jesse improve* …
Mccree: *thinking he’s in trouble, walks outside to find a tree*
*A few moments later*
Gabe: Oh mijo there you a-
Mccree: *puts a stick on the table in front of him and turns away holding his hat timidly*
Gabe: *extremely confused* mijo?…
Mccree: J-just get it over with already!!
Gabe: *alarm bells ringing off* Get what over with Jesse?
Mccree: …y-you aren’t gonna hit me?…
Gabe: *connects the dots* oh… oh mijo…
Mccree: …whenever I was in trouble my pa would make me go pick a switch for him to hit me with… a-am I not in trouble?
Gabe: *hugs him tightly* no son. You’re not in trouble at all.
Mccree: *first official day with Blackwatch, excited for his study session with Ana and fareeha, picking out what he wants for lunch* Hey is there any ketchup?
Jack: *points to the condiments* it’s the red one.
Mccree: I know what colour ketchup is.
Jack: Oh really? I was just making sure since you can’t read. You do know mustard is the yellow one too right?
Mccree: *temper bubbling over, starts counting his fingers to calm down like Gabe showed him* one… two… thr-
Jack: WOW you can count to thre-
Mccree: *swings back with his tray*
*~a few moments later~*
Gabe: *enters the cafeteria to see Jack covered in food, his scalp split open from being slapped by Mccrees lunch tray* What the?
Jack: *storming towards a very upset mccree*
Gabe: *steps in front of him chesting up, staring the other commander down* …
Jack: *glares back at him before glaring at Mccree and walking away to go get cleaned up*
Gabe: *sighs and looks back at Mccree* what happened mijo?
Mccree: *trembling, trying not to cry with anger* I-I’m not dumb.
Gabe: *gently hugs him* I know mijo… go grab a new tray Alright? I think Morrison’s hard head has rendered this one useless.
Mccree: y-yes sir.
Gabes inner thoughts: I’m going to murder jack.
McCree: *walks down the hall hugging himself and sporting fresh bruises*
Gabe: *walks by and stops when he sees Jesse* who did it?…
McCree: T-They said not to tell or they’d kill me…
Gabe: no son, I’m going to kill them…
*a few hours later, the bullies are beaten to a pulp, dishonorably discharged from overwatch and Gabe is treating little Jesse to ice cream*
Gabe: I will always have your back son.
McCree: thanks dad… *smiles*
*Mccrees second day in blackwatch*
Mccree: Hey boss can I get a sharp pair or scissors?
Gabe: Firstly, no, secondly Absolutely not, and thirdly, why?
Mccree: *takes off his hat and let’s his hair down* I need to cut ma hair.
*~1 hour later~*
Mccree: *Nervously sitting in the barber chair getting his first real haircut* This is… nice.
Gabe: Mhm, and look, there’s a good looking young man hiding under that mop of hair.
Mccree: th-thank you.
im sorry im posting my garbage art please dont unfollow me
i love my sexy cowboy…
Two really quick drawings!
I’m taking way too long on my other drawings and need to focus on scholarships;;;
I’ve been doing very bad lately so if I could get a young mc cree and hanzo, separate, cheering their small sad boyfriend on and helping them it would really help ; v ;)
*anxious squeaking* The hamster has never written for their younger counterparts.