Bad Name (McCree X Reader)

Chapter 15: Recall (pt. 2)

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The boat ride is long. And boring. You and Jesse sit next to each other. He sleeps most of the ride, but you stay awake. You want to ask Jesse so many things about Overwatch, but you can't in public because any and all Overwatch activity is illegal due to the Petras Act. You stay silent (even though you're the only ones on the boat for some reason that you try not to question or think about too hard), either listening to music, scrolling through Tumblr, or just being alone with your thoughts. You sneak a selfie with Jesse while he's asleep.
Hours pass, and you start thinking the ocean is getting bigger or the boat just stopped in the middle of the Atlantic. The sun is starting to set. You sigh and slump down into your seat. Glancing to your side, you see an amazing sight: land. Still, static land. Heaving a sigh of relief, you gently shake Jesse's shoulder. He sits up and mumbles incoherently, moving his hat from his face to the top of his head. The both of you stand up and grab your luggage, heading to the bow of the boat. The fresh, saltless breeze blows through your hair. Jesse steps off of the boat and onto the dock. He takes your bags from you and puts both his hands on your hips, lifting you into the air and putting you down on the concrete dock. You giggle and thank him. When you look inland, you're greeted by a towering mountain. You recognize the mountain as the Rock of Gibraltar, and Watchpoint: Gibraltar is embedded in the mountain face itself.
"C'mon." Jesse says, leading you towards an elevator built on the side of the mountain. There's a small screen by the door, displaying a blue symbol that looks like the letter "A". Jesse taps the screen and you hear a female voice.
"State your name and business." The voice tells Jesse calmly.
"Nice to hear your voice again, Athena." Jesse says, smiling. "It's Jesse McCree. I'm here 'bout the recall."
"It's great to have you back again, Agent McCree," Athena says happily, "but who is the woman accompanying you?"
You freeze up. "Uh--"
"My girlfriend, {Y/N}. Winston's lettin' her stay here with me. He probably told ya already."
"He did tell me. Welcome to Overwatch, {Y/N}. My name is Athena, Overwatch's God A.I.. Feel free to make yourself at home here at Watchpoint: Gibraltar." Athena tells you as the elevator doors slide open.
You smile. "Thanks, Athena." You say. You walk into the elevator with Jesse and the doors close behind you. The elevator starts traveling upwards. You stand silently and awkwardly with Jesse, smooth jazz faintly playing in the background. The door is made of glass, so you can see all the details of the ground below become distant and blurry as you keep going up. But you're fine. As a sniper, you're used to being up high.
Jesse, on the other hand, does not look okay. He looks off balance, like he's standing on one foot when he's firmly planted on the glass floor of the elevator.
You place a hand on Jesse's shoulder. "Jesse, are you okay?" You ask.
"I'm fine." Jesse sighs, his voice shaking.
"Are you nervous about coming back to Overwatch?"
"No."
"Well, what's wrong?"
"H-heights."
You try desperately not to laugh. Heights? Didn't he ride on top of a moving train once? You read that somewhere, but you can't remember where. You want to console him, but you really don't want to talk about your irrational fear of Japanese oni masks. The elevator stops abruptly. The glass wall opens behind you, causing you to turn around. Jesse heaves a sigh of relief and walks through the door. You follow him and look around at your surroundings. The base is literally embedded in the mountain, overlooking the ocean. The place is actually... really big. The large building nearly blocks out the sun. Jesse wraps his arm around your waist.
"{Y/N}..." he says, a sincere smile stretching across his lips, "we're home."