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As the bullet sliced, Lena whipped her guns out and hoped her accelerator would power up that second. But it turned out that she didn’t need to. That this werewolf, or Jesse or whoever, took over on that front with a horrifying kill. Lena swallowed down any terror at that and listened to the orders and guidance where the evac ship was touching down. 

Running up the walkway, she managed to fire back a few shots at persuing agents as her accelerator blinked online before the ramp fully closed and they were off.

Stumbling a little from the take off, she ran a hand through her hair and breathed out a sigh of relief. Looking around at her panicked teammates, she raised her hands to them and their sheer terror at the creature on board.

“S’okay! He’s one of us!” She tried to say before having to answer ‘I don’t know’ to the resulting questions and recounting her story.

I think…

Given the hysteria that amassed as soon as he stepped on-board, McCree was wary to fixate his gaze on any other agent but Lena, hoping that she would continue to maintain some semblance of control over the others that fidgeted in their own tight-knit groups as far away from him as possible.

At their distress the wolf huffed an apology, and flattened his long ears against his skull with a wrap of his tail around his hind legs in an attempt to make himself as small as possible. The smell of gun-smoke and his own blood clung to each and every fibre of his thick fur, overpowering the stench of fear that hung as a blanket in the air. It was revolting, although he had little choice but to snap his maw tightly and bear it, eyes leaving Lena’s for only a few heartbeats to asses the wound on his side oozing with blood.

–

McCree was last to emerge from the carrier, favouring to give the others a mutual wide berth and hopefully slink around the back of the craft to take another route away from prying ears and eyes. Yet before his plan could be put into action, he was intercepted by the sound of heels striking against the tarmac and the sight of the blonde medic making a beeline directly towards him. The wolf found himself wince internally at the fury of that glare directed solely at him, though felt worser still at the worry that pinched her brows and pulled her usually soft smile into that of a hard grimace. Ange.

‘Need I ask how this happened?’ At first McCree thought that the query was directed at him, but instead those chilled blue eyes were upon Lena, voice loud enough to carry over the quickened steps of people rushing too and fro from the carrier. ‘Jesse, I need to take a look at that.’ Angela mentioned with a pointed look at his wound, ‘And you too, Lena. Both of you, come with me.’

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Things moved at a speed even Lena couldn’t comprehend. One second she was getting about to regain her position in time and space from a recall, the next there was a crack of gunshot and a huge blob of fur was pressed up against her. Flashes of pain appeared in her sides as if she was being stabbed with needles. Heart racing, she looked up and didn’t recognise the gigantic wolfish beast stood in front of her.

Lena Oxton was in shock. A huge werewolf appeared from nowhere. About to scream, the noise caught in her throat as she looked into those huge amber hued eyes and saw them looking her over. There was something recognisable about them.

She became mildly aware of being shouting in her ear for updates, but she was numb to anything outside of this creature.

“Jesse?”

She was white as a sheet, stunned into silence and for a moment McCree doubted she would recover in time to evade the onslaught of the operatives pouring into the area. Already could McCree sense them taking up positions in a crescent shape around them, feel the rumbling vibration of their heavy footfalls for stealth was not needed. Long ears flicked forwards at the orders barked from Lena’s earpiece, warning of the sudden increase of activity in their area. A little too late for that, the wolf thought. They had to flee immediately if there was any chance of leaving without further injury.

Being incapable of confirming his identity in his current state,McCree instead growled softly and attempted to communicate the urgency of their situation with a wave of a large arm jut of his snout at the direction of the exit. She matched his pace step-to-step which hastened into charge as two agents attempted to intercept them. The loud whistle of a bullet slicing through the air could be heard just by the wolf’s head and McCree lunged with opened jaws and a horrendous bellow, tearing through the man’s neck. Blood bloomed into his mouth, smacked against the back of his throat and McCree spat it out but not before a sickening snap ricocheted through the air. The remaining agent bolted, listening to his gut instinct to flee and the wolf did not pursue as he released the limp corpse from his maw and bounded towards the exit.

–

The pair were outside within moments, and were greeted by the blinding lights of the carrier jet that lowered itself to allow them on-board. As he boarded, there was little that McCree could do against the shouting and skirting of personnel around him, giving him a wide birth lest he attack them. Not that he would dare try, yet their fear was to be expected given his bloodied appearance. McCree managed to retreat into the furthest part of the carrier before he succumbed to the pain, and dropped to the floor with a low whine. A padded hand came to nurse his wounded side and he pressed himself against the aircraft’s wall as he curled into a tight ball. He desperately wished to change back, to properly asses the wound, though he dared not reveal his identity to the many pairs of eyes that watched him apprehensively. He would wait until he was in the care of Doctor Ziegler, a wait that would last a decent half-hour away. He just hoped he could hold out ‘til then.

McCree was never a by-the-book kind of guy. Running with Deadlock had proven to sour his sense of camaraderie and instilling a sense of mischief and bad behaviour that came with a hot-headed teenager running amok. Even after his Captain and later the Commander Reyes himself had tirelessly attempted to break his abhorrent habits, McCree still played loosely when out on the field and produced effective results in favour of proper teamwork. 

The demand however to never reveal his wolf was something that McCree respected - a protocol he vowed to never break even under the most extreme of circumstances where it may be deemed necessary to use it. He had ushered that oath on the day of his initiation or else he would have faced the persecution that already threatened his livelihood. As expected, McCree chose the former.

Today, however, he had royally screwed up on the only promise he had made as an agent of Blackwatch. Against his greater judgement, McCree shifted in an act of desperation, sliding into the firing line of his fellow comrade that had traced back into the missile’s shot purely by coincidence. That the gunslinger had pre-emptively caught the sniper’s marker was perhaps a miracle, and as the bullet slid deep into his back did he slide to a halt before Lena, the metal lodging itself firmly into his flesh.

McCree was hardly aware of it’s impact, instead the heat of his shift swallowed the acute pain as his freshly-morphed body as he shielded Lena with his considerable size. Sharp golden eyes rose to meet the agent’s immediately, assessing any damage to her face where the bullet had be trained for. Large, clawed hands were upon her waist, steadying her from the lunge he had made and lifting a heartbeat later as to not further frighten her. It was quite the hit to the senses, he suspected. To see a seven-foot beast seemingly materialise in one’s path out of thin air.

After a moment of laboured breathing, McCree pricked his ears to the sound of blood slapping against the floor beneath his feet and his gaze followed, confused for a moment before he recognised a sharp pain within his chest and the taste of metal upon his tongue.

I want freedom as I run

I've got a bullet with your name on it.

An Independent rp blog for the infamous Gunslinger from Blizzard's Overwatch.

And I want wind in my fire

Heavily Headcanon-based. This is a Multiverse|Multiship, Semi-Selective RP blog. Cross-Fandom/OC Friendly. Does not coincide with current timeline (post-recall) specifically.

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