ＳＡＵＣＹ ＴＡＬＥＳ 〈Overwatch Oneshots〉

insubordination - strike commander morrison (s:76) x reader

A/N: Hey guys! Thanks for being patient with me! I finally showed my husband this book. Let's just say that my sex life is going to get a lot more interesting. 😆 Anywho...

By popular request--y'all asked for some daddy kink (well.. it's got some kink to it). I hear ya. Here it is! It's a long one. Time is around the uprising event. If you enjoy this series, I'm asking for you to please vote (star button) as a way of supporting me. And just vote if you guys like the hot picture up top hahahaha- *shot* (credit to Krabat, she's amazing)

I appreciate your feedback and thoughts always! Thank you, guys! If you're wondering what I'm writing next, read through to the end for future chapters' line-up.

Quick Revision:
Alright, sorry about the length of this story - 3.8k words roughly. And sorry about typos in advance! I have been up for 28 hours. 😣

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The moment the sun set below the horizon, the automated fluorescent lighting came on and illuminated Jack Morrison's office. The sudden brightness startled you, and that was when you realized you'd waited long enough.

"Alright, Strike Commander," You wrung your hands impatiently, then stood up from the chair when you decided that he wasn't even going to show up to his own meeting. "Commander Jerkface."

"I heard that," The person you were deprecating walked into his office, his expression humorless. He stamped a button near the door to close it then made for his desk.

"I'm not taking it back," You griped, crossing your arms over your chest. "Forty-five minutes you kept me waiting so this better be good."

Jack Morrison's blue eyes were stern when he stopped in his tracks to face you, which meant you might actually be in trouble. "Tell me about King's Row."

Your legs instantly turned to stone upon his demand, and a sinking feeling grew in the pit of your belly. "What about King's Row?" You asked, feigning ignorance as you kept your expression neutral.

"Sit down," He commanded as he fought a scowl. "I know it was you who got McCree in and out of there."

"What?" You argued, trying to schmooze your way out of trouble, "Overwatch is not allowed to set foot in the U.K. C'mon, Commander. The U.N. and Director Petras had made it very clear--"

He closed the distance in a matter of seconds, his abrupt approach interrupting you. Jack stood in front of you, towering over you almost menacingly with a fierce and knowing gaze. "Show me some respect and stop playing dumb. I'll say it again, soldier: Tell me about King's Row."

Though part of you wanted to back down, your stubborn will kept you upright and standing toe-to-toe with the Strike Commander. "I don't answer to you anymore."

He growled at your insolence, his words quick and impassioned. "As a matter of fact, you still do answer to me. Your transfer into Blackwatch is not effective until tomorrow."

You pursed your lips, failing to come up with something that could help your case. You had acted out of line—deliberately.

What were you supposed to have done? Let innocent people die to terrorist omnics? It had been incredibly frustrating to stand by and allow the Null Sector group to wreak havoc in London without contest.

"You were under my authority when you chose to act without sanction. So, it's on me to discipline you."

"You think what I did was selfish?" You searched his eyes, trying to look past his displeasure for how he truly felt about this crisis in England.