Post by Deleted on Jul 29, 2016 0:42:38 GMT
“You’re an idiot, McCree,” Soldier 76 said with a rough tone in his voice, talking to the Cowboy who sat next to him, Peacekeeper raised. “This was supposed to be a damn stealth mission, not a mission where you just go in guns blazing,” he continued with a low scowl, moving to lean up to fire at a couple of enemies, taking them down in quick succession.
“Oh come on, it ain’t my fault,” Jesse McCree said in defense, nearly squealing once a bullet manages to barely zoom by his shoulder. He’ll curse softly as he glances around the corner of the wall, shooting two enemies down. “They jus’ can’t ignore my good looks.”
“Shut up.”
“Make me, tough guy.”
Soldier 76 then glared in McCree’s direction, who is only smiling right back at him. “You’re impossible,” he’ll reply as he motions with his hands for McCree to hide elsewhere and to try and flank the enemy. The Cowboy nodded as he turns to make a dash for it, only to get hit in the shoulder with a bullet. It barely scratched the man, but it was harsh enough to cause him pain. 76 cursed to himself, watching as McCree went into hiding before following. “You better be okay.”
“Oh I’m fine, sweetheart, just a scratch.” Some scratch that is. 76 growled in response, examining the wound and honestly, it didn’t seem to bad and that made the soldier sigh in relief. “See?” Tol-…” he was cut off once 76 took off his mask just to give him a deep, rough kiss before pulling away.
“Don’t worry me like that again,” the soldier huffed out, putting his mask back on while McCree stood there with a very faint color of pink on his face and with a bright smile.
“Boy, I will have t’ if I get that in response.”
“Get shot again and I’ll make your life hell, you dumb cowboy.”
“Oh come on, it ain’t my fault,” Jesse McCree said in defense, nearly squealing once a bullet manages to barely zoom by his shoulder. He’ll curse softly as he glances around the corner of the wall, shooting two enemies down. “They jus’ can’t ignore my good looks.”
“Shut up.”
“Make me, tough guy.”
Soldier 76 then glared in McCree’s direction, who is only smiling right back at him. “You’re impossible,” he’ll reply as he motions with his hands for McCree to hide elsewhere and to try and flank the enemy. The Cowboy nodded as he turns to make a dash for it, only to get hit in the shoulder with a bullet. It barely scratched the man, but it was harsh enough to cause him pain. 76 cursed to himself, watching as McCree went into hiding before following. “You better be okay.”
“Oh I’m fine, sweetheart, just a scratch.” Some scratch that is. 76 growled in response, examining the wound and honestly, it didn’t seem to bad and that made the soldier sigh in relief. “See?” Tol-…” he was cut off once 76 took off his mask just to give him a deep, rough kiss before pulling away.
“Don’t worry me like that again,” the soldier huffed out, putting his mask back on while McCree stood there with a very faint color of pink on his face and with a bright smile.
“Boy, I will have t’ if I get that in response.”
“Get shot again and I’ll make your life hell, you dumb cowboy.”