Morals

by mr.a305

A look at McCree's time within Blackwatch, from training with Reyes up to the recall, and possibly afterwards, as well as his relationships within the organisation. Slow pace but it's my first fic, so I'll be taking my sweet time for updates with this one. Rated M for swearing and just maybe eventual smut. If you do read this, constructive criticism would be a massive help.

1. Beginnings

Morals

Jesse Mcree found himself in the training ring with Gabriel Reyes at six in the morning, yet again. A swift jab to the face quickly put an end to his thoughts of sleep and warmth though. "Jeez boss, you really want to wake me up this morning don't ya." Jesse said with his typical southern drawl. "Shut up and focus Mcree!" was the gravelly response from Reyes, who had been mentoring Jesse within Blackwatch for a year now. He ended the sentence with a flurry of jabs and a swift uppercut, all of which Mcree barely stumbled away from. Being fully awake now, Mcree went on the counter attack, sending a hard jab, powerful hook and blistering uppercut to Reyes, only for them to be blocked ease. "You may punch hard Mcree, but you gotta work on your speed. What's the point in being able to punch so hard if you're never going to land them?" Before Mcree knew it, he was being flipped over by Reyes and the fight ended with Mcree in an arm lock. 'Damn it!' Mcree thought to himself.

An hour later, Reyes was standing idly by whilst sipping a can of lemonade, Mcree was running laps of the Gibraltar base that he'd become so familiar with. Every lap he passed the dinner hall, where he saw everyone else from both Overwatch and Blackwatch sitting down eating breakfast. It smelt tantalisingly good, a full English breakfast. 'If I'd had any, it sure as hell wouldn't still be in my stomach.' Mcree thought to himself while seeing Lena wave at him through the crystal clear window. 'She must halfway through her second breakfast by now.' Mcree thought to himself while jogging slowly by. He was approaching the target Reyes had set for him, "50 laps before eight am and you get breakfast". If not all he got was some lousy cereal bar and a bottle of water. Mcree knew he could do it today, and since he'd never managed it in the year he'd been here, he damn near sprinted the rest of the two laps.

Lena had since finished her mammoth meal and decided to join Reyes. She saw Jesse come around the corner for the final 200 metre straight. He had a minute and a half left on the clock. She started to cheer loud enough for Mcree to hear her from the remaining 100 metres. Suddenly, she realised that time was running out "10, 9" she started to yell, and Mcree started to dash forward with all the energy he could muster after 49 laps of hard running. "8, 7" He was so close, he could see people's faces in the dinner hall as he sped by. "6, 5" He caught a glimpse of little Fareeha, bless the girl; punch her arm in the air as her mother looked on, as neutral as Switzerland. "4, 3" He could see the surprise on Reyes face. He knew exactly what was going through his head – 'He might actually do this!' "2, 1" He was still five metres away, 'There's only one thing for it' Mcree dove as far as he could, over the finish line, and came up out of it in a forward roll.

Lena went ballistic. "YES JESSE!" she screamed before jumping on his shoulders, which promptly made Mcree tip over, he was that tired. Mcree wanted to thank Lena for her support, but was breathless. As Lena clambered off of him, she said with her typical eagerness: "Well Gabe, he did it!" after Reyes shot her a withering look, "right?" Reyes took a sip of Lemonade before finally saying "Well, that roll was a little unorthodox but I guess it'll do" Mcree was finally able to relax. He'd done it! He could finally have a nice warm breakfast and shower with the rest of the agents! After a couple of minutes spent getting his breath back, he got up and went to the showers.

After a brief spell in warm, wet bliss – he got out and dressed himself in his usual attire, cowboy hat, BAMF belt, poncho, trousers and obviously, his peacekeeper and her holster. He entered the mess hall with a massive grin on his face, and bowed at the cheers of all the familiar faces, as well as a few people he hadn't met yet. Everyone rushed up to greet him, but Reinhardt got to him first, which meant Mcree got the inevitable bear hug. However when Fareeha jumped upon the German giant's shoulders, he let go and gave her the space she needed to greet anyone when it was their first time in the mess hall. She stepped in front of him and proudly announced to everyone in the room "Ladies and Gentlemen, I present to you, the one and only Jesse Mcree!" After the applause had died down, Jesse was finally able to say "Thanking you for the warm reception folks, but I really need some grub." "We saved some just for you!" was the response from Fareeha. And so, for the first time in his year at Overwatch, Jesse Mcree sat down to some breakfast.

All of a sudden, the doors of the mess hall slammed open and in came none other than Jack Morrison, commander of Overwatch and a massive pain in the ass, or at least according to Reyes. Mcree had never met him before, so raised an eyebrow when he yelled "All Overwatch agents to the practice range, we have a big mission coming up and we need to make sure we're on top form in terms of accuracy and fitness. Dutifully, everyone apologised to Mcree for having to let him eat alone, and then left for the practice range. 'If I was anything but accurate and fit, Reyes would have my ass quicker than a Mare with an itchy leg.' Mcree thought to himself. His communicator buzzed, and showed a message from Reyes. It read: Morrison has us doing the hard work again so his pals can have it easy in their 'big' mission. Meet at the practice range in ten for briefing. 'Odd, we normally brief in the conference room.' Nonetheless Mcree shovelled the rest of the warm bacon into his mouth and followed on after his friends in Overwatch.

Mcree entered the range and lined up with all the other Blackwatch agents, who were all confused as to why they were in the same room as all the Overwatch agents. After a few stragglers came in, Lena one of them, the three leaders of Overwatch formed at the head of the room. "As you may or may not know - there has been a terrorist attack in London by the extremist Omnic group Null Sector." Morrison stated. Lena audibly gasped, and Mercy - or Doc as Mcree knew her - put her hand on her shoulder to comfort her. "We need to put together a strike team to go and liberate King's Row, and this training session will decide who goes". Mcree noticed Lena looking more filled with determination than he'd ever seen her, and he could understand why. Her hometown was being attacked, so naturally she wanted to defend it. Mcree knew the feeling from some turf wars back in his deadlock days. They were just bad memories to him now. By now Morrison had finished his piece and it was time for Reyes to step in and deliver the briefing. "Now, four Overwatch agents will make up the initial strike team, and a Blackwatch agent will be on hand if they are needed." Torbjorn lost his temper at this and shouted "Are you saying that one Blackwatch agent is worth four Overwatch agents?!" At this Reinhardt knelt down to Torbjorn's level and gently said something that instantly calmed the Swedish engineer down. "What did you say?" asked Reyes. Reinhardt muttered something about telling him later, and the situation was defused. "Anyway, you will be tested on your abilities to shoot accurately and use your abilities to the best of your, err, ability." Mcree shook his head at the awful pun.

"Alright, Overwatch agents will be tested first, so Lena, on your marks, get set, go!" said Ana enthusiastically. Lena blinked around the range, her pulse pistols dumping munitions into the training bots. When she got hit by a stray bullet, she recalled, gaining her health back. After blinking around the bots so much, they all got confused and bunched together. This was the perfect time for her Pulse Bomb. Less than two seconds later all of the bots were just pieces of scrap. "Great performance Lena" congratulated Morrison.

Reinhardt went next, Shielding friendly bots from incoming fire, and launching firestrikes at enemy bots when they were reloading. If a bot got too close, it was crushed beneath the power of his rocket hammer. 'I wouldn't like to be on the receiving end of that' thought most of the people in the room, even Reyes. Eventually, the enemy grouped up to launch a massive attack against the shield, but before they could even start, Reinhardt bellowed "Hammer Down!" and struck the ground with all his force, stunning the bots. He went on to firestrike the bots and then charge down the ones with the most health.

Mcree then left the range to find some ammo for his peacekeeper, and by the time he returned, it was a fellow Blackwatch agents turn. Some Asian fellow that got chopped up by his brother and rescued by doc, only to be enhanced like a cyborg to now work for Blackwatch. Mcree was in no way envious of the guy's position. The man, if you could call him that, was jumping around like a madman, until he got his sword out and started chopping everything like it was sushi. That was all Mcree saw, but everyone else seemed stunned, with the exception of Reyes and Doc. The Doc left with him, to perform some, tests and analysis as she called it.

And then it was his turn. "Mcree!" barked Reyes. He walked calmly up to the range, heart thudding in his chest. He knew that his reputation depended on this, so he visualised the bullets flying into the training bots, reducing them to the buckets of bolts that they were. He wanted to maintain his record of perfect accuracy, but needed to improve his headshot: shots fired ratio. The room held its breath as Morrison counted down... "Ready, set, Go!" Mcree drew his peacekeeper quicker than Clint Eastwood himself, and firing from the hip, hit two perfect headshots on the first two bots. He moved on to take out some more bots, rolling away from gunfire and utilising his flashbang if one got the jump on him. As he drew to the end of the simulation, he saw several bots strung out across the range, each at different distance. He reloaded his peacekeeper, and yelled in his rich, smooth voice "Its high noon" after about 5 seconds, the peacekeeper flashed six times, and all of the remaining bots fell instantaneously.

He blew the smoke from the peacekeeper, and walked calmly back to his fellow Blackwatch agents. Everyone from Overwatch was astounded, but everyone from Blackwatch had seen it before. It was only when Reyes asked for the stats that truly everyone's jaw dropped.

Accuracy: 100%

Headshot to Shots Fired ratio: 100%

Shots fired: 15

Damage Taken: 0

That was when Reyes decided to give the job to Mcree. Upon seeing the results Mcree donned his biggest shit eating grin and said "Sharpest eye in the west" Lena shouted "As well as the bloody North, South and East, Jesus Jesse!" Morrison quickly summarised the briefing: "Alright, so the strike team consists of Reinhardt, Torbjorn, Angela and Lena. Mcree will be there if anything goes sour, and we depart tomorrow at dawn. Good luck everyone.