Remembrance (Overwatch: Reaper x Reader)

Chapter 1: Resolve

(Side note: Your main role is offense, (Every xReader I read we're support XD). Your main weapons are a shotgun and or a sword)

I walked silently through the halls of Watchpoint: Gibraltar. I headed to the shooting range, gripping my gun tightly.

     "Well howdy there, darlin'." The southern drawl of Jesse McCree bounced off the walls of the HQ. "Where ya headed off t'in such a hurry?"

I remained silent, pulling a mask I began wearing, over my mouth and nose. The silk fabric felt cool on my skin, and simply fit with my battle outfit.

     "Nowhere," I murmured. "Why?"

     "Ain't look like, nowhere." The rugged cowboy smirked, his fingers brushing over the 'BAMF' buckle on his belt as he walked towards me. The sound of his spurs was amplified in the large hallway. "Ya goin' fer some shootin' practice?"

My eyes darted to look away, my fingers lightly running across the cold metal of my weapon. I also had my sword draped across my back in its sheathe. I looked as if I were ready for World War 3.

     "Yeah," I breathed. "Why does it matter, cowboy?"

McCree smirked, turning to face me as he reached out his hand. His calluses fingers cupped my cheek, his thumb lightly rubbing across my bottom lip. I opened my mouth to speak, the scene before me changing for a split second.

I saw him. I saw Gabriel Reyes, his amber gaze bearing down on me. The scruff of his facial hair, his darkened tan skin, his heavy battle armor. I blinked, hesitating as he brought his face closer, his scarred lips inches from mine.

     "Boo," Jesse's face broke into my fantasies. His face inches from mine, I shrieked.

Jumping back, I narrowed my eyes and grunted. "Damn you're annoying, you know that?"

      "I'm jus' teasin' ya darlin'," the southern man gave a boisterous laugh. "Learn t'lighten up, will ya?"

It should be painfully obvious at this point, that the sharpshooter had a huge crush on me. Then again, he seemed to flirt with almost every girl in Overwatch. But he seemed to be more...touchy feely with me.

I could like him back, really I could. It's not like I didn't have the heart to, it was just...somebody else was always on my mind.

     "Darlin', are ya listenin' t'me?"

     "Huh, what?" I blinked, pushing my fantasies aside. "Oh! Yeah...totally."

I bit my lip nervously, the hair on my skin rising. I was wasting precious time just standing here. "I'm gonna go," I grumbled, turning and continuing to make my way down the corridor.

                                                                                               . . .

Bang! The sound of a gun reverberated off of the walls. I shot a test dummy right on the shoulder.

"That's, for not listening me!" I snarled.

Bang! Another gunshot. "That's, for hurting me!"

A new hole formed on the dummy's chest just below the heart, as the material was blown away. My hand trembled as I raised my gun slightly higher. Bang.

"That's...for breaking my heart." I bit my tender lip, slightly drawing blood as I stared blindly at the target in front of me. I had gotten a headshot.

I slowly lowered the weapon, my breathing coming out as shorts and staggered breath. My heart tightened painfully, a lump forming in my throat. How I longed for his arms to hold me, to feel his lips against mine.