McCree x Reader

The Meeting

Okay listen. I began writing this when he was McCree, I will not be editing his name throughout this story, he will stay Jesse McCree.

I don't tie a fictional name to whatever happened irl, the fake cowboy didn't have anything to do with what a scumbag man did irl.

I will not be changing it and I will not be accepting messages about it.

That's it.

But otherwise enjoy! :)

- Kat

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"Understood?"

You shook your head, clearing your thoughts and stared up at him, still a little shocked that you were being sent out on your own.

"Uh- yes sir"

You nodded at the commanding officer, not hearing a word he said and took the folder he gave you.

"I know you will forget so it's all in here for you, your mission, your target, who to avoid, and who to rely on. Okay?"

You nodded again, opening the folder to see a wanted poster, a man who couldn't of been more than 25 staring back at you. What did he do to get on overwatches' naughty list?

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You swung your legs as you waitied on the plane to land, you've never been on your own before, this operation needed to go as smoothly as possible.

You sighed to yourself, slowing your nerves, and held the folder to your chest.

"Just intel, intel and leave. What could go wrong?"

You laid your head back as every scenario played through your head, too many to count.

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You laid the keys on the hotel's side table, your temporary home for the week, and sighed as the emptiness grew.

Being alone wasn't hard for you, but being alone thousands of miles away from everybody was different somehow. You were completely alone now, a small transmitter your only contact home.

You'd been with overwatch as long as you could remember, been on countless missions, but always with someone, always close to base. This was completely new to you.

A knock at your door made you jump and you grabbed your side arm and tucked it in the waistline of your pants, not sure of who would be here so soon.

You looked through the peephole and saw it was the hotel manager, the one who checked you in and you slowly opened the door.

"..yes?"

She smiled and apologized for disturbing you, she held out a folder, YOUR folder and your stomach dropped.

"Is this yours..? I saw it at the front desk and thought it belonged to you, you being our most recent check-in."

Your face flushed as you took it from her, dreading if she had opened it or not. Not the best way to start your first solo mission, leaving all of the evidence in plain view.

"Thank you so much, I'm so sorry."

She waved it off and turned to leave, her smiled seeming too real for her to of opened it.

You closed your door a little too hard and locked both locks, throwing the folder onto your bed.

"What the hell is wrong with me? Who does that??"

You collected yourself and stepped over to the folder, opening it up again, and you stared at the cowboy.

"So cheesy.."