► :|| ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ｏｒ ᴀʟɪᴠᴇ

                                         ’— armed with his

                                             PEACEKEEPER

                                              revolver, the

                                                      OUTLAW

  So much for an attempt to connect with the youth. Honestly that's the only game he knew...   he's trying to protect her fragile mind from the horrors of cheesy overacting                                                                             and cowboy stereotypes.   Not to mention the laserdisc format, something that has been    outdated since before he was born.   McCree pushed his hat back in it's place, scoffing at her response.

  Tragically dressed--?

    ' -- damn, you can just read me like a book,                                                        pardner. "

 Well it was worth a shot, honestly there's gotta be SOMETHING  Hanzo doesn't excel at. Guess he'll have to conjure up something else. Unless the guy was just stalling--                              And was actually worse with a gun

    Lap around the base? What the hell    did he do to deserve that?    Well okay, he knew what he did                 but that still wasn't fair.

cuz u know, any mission could be the last….and all that ( I really like drawing McCree lifting/carrying Hanzo).

Just McFucking Kill me

EDIT: GUESS WHOS A DINGLEBERRY AND FORGOT TO ADD THAT THIS IS A BDAY PRESENT FOR @luoiae

                 “ —If I can’t have

                               LOVE,

                                       if I can’t find

                                               PEACE,

    ❝     not sure if i can believe that entirely.   ❞   their is a gentleness in his voice that almost makes it seem as though he might be SMILING underneath the mask hiding his features. he could still remember the very first day they offered mccree a position in blackwatch - though his sharpshooting caught their attention - he was not as good as he was compared to now.

Unlit cigar rolled over to the other side of his mouth, making room for what he'd like to think resembles a smile. He can't help but quickly bring himself to warm up to his once superior. Even if                                                                                       this wasn't exactly the same Jack-  A drawn out laugh was made before his arm had reached out,                                                                                 roughly slapping the soldier's back.