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[passedover]

[It’s morning. The sun is shining, the birds are singing, and there are two new arrivals around town who seem convinced that something very suspicious is going on here. Dressed in what can only be described as tactical gear, they’re clearly some kind of military, and appear to be acting accordingly. In a situation like this, the best course of action is obviously to fall back on instinct in an attempt to get to the bottom of whatever this is supposed to be. For these two, that means proceeding with caution.

Clearly there’s nothing questionable about two men carrying big guns through farms and fields, speaking to each other quietly as if to keep from being overheard. Keeping together, never straying far from the other, or lingering too long in a single area. Not at all questionable, or scary, or yeah no what are these two idiots doing.

They’re doing recon, of course! And they’re fairly thorough about it, methodically searching, poking around, overturning anything that looks questionable and possibly pointing guns at it. Was that thing yours? Sorry, it’s being inspected now. Do you live in this house? No problem, they’re just going to check around back. See or experience anything strange during your stay? No? Are you sure?

Or maybe you just come across them while going about your business. They’re obviously friendly with each other, even if they’re regarding everything else with some degree of wariness. It seems like a great idea to approach, if only to ask what the heck they think they’re doing.]

(ooc: It’s a two for one deal with Jack strikecommand and Gabriel passedover. We’ll both be replying to all threads unless otherwise requested.)

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[deadouttalock]

The spare bedroom mattress. [He tries to subtly imply that would effectively condemn Gabe and Jack to share a bed, and might feel spiteful enough to do that, but in reality he's not. He'll concede for now to the spare bedroom and only sometimes wonder what the other two men were dealing just one room over.

Gabe has an innate ability to sway opinions between Overwatch and Blackwatch, like some shadowy hand that went unnoticed but McCree was sharp enough to pick it up, though he seemingly protested less and less about it as time went on even if it affected him. Gabe had years of experience working with his people, of course, and he looked out for everyone's backs... figuratively and literally in this case. It was something McCree respected deeply, even if he could always find reasons (often petty) to complain about it. He likes to think it denoted the level of trust between them because he knew he'd put up with his bullshit anyway.

He looks like he's sulking but he eyes Gabe slyly out of the corner of his eye and the corner of his lip curls up, like it's just for him.]

I meant what I said about the snorin' thing.

[passedover]

[Gabriel couldn't help the roll of his eyes, because if that wasn't pure Jesse McCree he didn't know what was.

Still, weight shifted on his feet and there was a certain way his posture relaxed all the same, catching that sly little look and all. Corner of his mouth twitching a bit before Gabriel's full attention was right back on Jack. There were a few reason he trusted McCree the way he did, and even with a few little petty sort of things tossed out between them

Just how it was. No real anger behind it, usually.]

Of course you did, McCree.

[And then, addressing Jack—] That seem settled to you?

[strikecommand]

Seems settled to me.

[Jack's arms are still folded, like this isn't exactly the ideal situation, but he's loath to argue further while McCree is here. He seems to have settled this with Gabe anyway, and Jack is content to move on from the disagreement.]

Doesn't mean it's a long-term solution.

[passedover]

No one said it would be.

[But he honestly wasn't trying to start up a new argument. Tone was pretty clear Gabriel agreed with Jack— or at least would have been clear to Jack, and enough for McCree to catch if he was listening close enough.]

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