ＳＡＵＣＹ ＴＡＬＥＳ 〈Overwatch Oneshots〉

bodyguard - mccree x reader

A/N: In real life, please wear condoms if you have sex—whether it's oral, vaginal, or anal. You don't want herpegonosyphillaids. Trust me.

Not suitable for work or kids.

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"Mr. McCree, how long am I supposed to be following you?" You called after the scraggly man several steps ahead of you as he led you through the wilderness. "And where are you taking me?"

"Call me McCree, please. And you'll see pretty soon, Miss." He answered in that Southern drawl you found incredibly attractive. And his politeness added another dimension to your odd attraction to the man not dressed to impress.

A cowboy hat and cowboy boots, You thought to yourself. Who even wears those anymore?

You sank your teeth into your lower lip, lightly nibbling on it as you looked him over. He was definitely unlike any other man you have ever laid eyes on. And working as a United Nations ambassador, you've met your share of the opposite sex.

"So we're supposed to be hidden, right?" You asked him. He had his back turned to you while he made a path through the thickets. He grunted slightly each time he swung the machete blade through enlarged vines and branches.

"That's the idea," He responded, pausing in his steps.

"You know your bright red poncho isn't exactly subtle."

"Serape," he corrected you. "It ain't a poncho."

"Right," You said under your breath.

"Sorry if my choice of clothing ain't up to your standards," he seemed to have heard you. "Since we ain't been caught or killed yet, I'd say it's the least of our worries right now."

You remained quiet and continued to follow him. For several paces, you both walked in silence. You realized McCree had taken offense to what you'd said when you meant no harm by it. I should apologize. You resolved to clear the air because as far as you knew, this oddly charming man was risking his life to protect yours.

As you were about to speak up, a hand snaked from behind you and tightly clamped over your mouth. Your eyes widened and you put up a struggle against your assailant's muscled form.

Your panicked muffles reached McCree, and he turned readily with his revolver aimed.

"She's right you know. Bright red makes you easier to spot, McCree." A deep, masked voice resounded so loudly in your ears, escalating the fear thrumming in your chest. "And I'd put that down if I were you. I can break her pretty little neck in an instant."

To your surprise, McCree chuckled and slowly lowered his firearm to appease the hostile man. "Listen here, partner. We're on the same side last I checked. I had her where I wanted her, then you had to come along and ruin my little plan. I'm under orders to bring her into HQ. You know the old man needs her alive for something."

Your assailant seemed to have bought from what McCree was saying because his grip on you loosened.

You looked at the man you'd been following for the past several hours with wide eyes, astonished. Was McCree truly betraying you?