( picture prompt meme )

[socketeer]

the picture prompt meme I — Comment with your character. II — Others will leave a picture (or two, or three...) III — Reply to them with a setting based on the picture. IV — Link to any pictures that are NSFW, please. V — Be aware that this meme will be image-heavy. Link to an image: <a href=IMAGEURL>TEXT</a> Embed image in your reply: <img src=IMAGEURL> Image width and height: <img src=IMAGEURL width=500> OR <img src=IMAGEURL height=INSERT>

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[serape]

[ Regardless what popular consensus might have been, McCree was not an idiot. The slowly rolling stone of a man was more observant than given to inane comments - not that he wasn't short on those. Whatever Winston and Satya got up to might have been well out of his wheelhouse but he followed on well enough from ground level.

Meaning he knew enough about the scientific process to always get a bit squirrelly turning test phases. Call it being smarter than he looked, or even just a familiarity with how Lena came about her hardware. Satya may not be the most popular face among Overwatch personnel but McCree liked her well enough to worry.

Suffice it to say, that's what had McCree out in the grassy hill over the shore for the last hour playing it all casual like. ]

Howdy! [ McCree popped up from the tall grass like a hare that heard a fox scurry by. His smile was easy and his eyes twinkled under the brim of a now lopsided hat. ]

Brought you a towel. [ From somewhere in the grass he raised a large beach towel with the Overwatch logo and waved it like the flag of a conquered fortress. ]

[lightform]

[ of all the people to hand her a towel — did she forget hers before the test run? — jesse mccree isn't the first three names that come to mind.

unexpected, but not unpleasant; a slender brow raises slightly as she takes part of her soaked hair and squeezes out the salt water as much as she can. a few questions rest in her thoughts: how long has mccree been waiting? was he assigned here? did he really wait for her to return just to hand over a towel? more importantly, why? she imagines there are more important things than helping her dry up.

mccree's worry doesn't come as a scenario to her, even when she worries to the point of helping angela in the infirmary after a mission. she's fine, satya convinces herself this everytime.

one touch of a button, and her helmet deactivates before she completely takes it off. ]

Thank you. [ said helmet is placed on the ground. a shake of her hands, drops of water leaves her before she takes the beach towel. ] You did not have to, but it's appreciated.

[ the first thing satya does is dry her face and take away the taste of the sea from her mouth. slick black hair follows. the diving suit isn't removed yet, not until she's satisfied with the dampness of her hair. the rest of her supplies aren't far from the exit point. ]

Did you wait long just to give this to me?

[ there lies a question in a question: how long, mccree? ]

[serape]

[ There were few things readily obvious about McCree when he shot up out of the tall beach grass like a jack-in-the-box. For one the wild, brown tangle he called hair was in his state; mussed with bits of grass sticking out of it. More a testament for the time he spent laying there than how little he cared for personal appearance.

There were also the slight unfixed look to his eyes that quickly faded - as if he had just woken up. Lastly was his easy smile. More of reticent character around the base, McCree smiled more readily around the old guard than these new kids. Not something he did on the regular. ]

Ain't nothing. [ With a grunt and a pop coming from the joints of his knees he stood up. Dusting off his jeans and readjusting his hat. ]

Oh, maybe in the neighborhood of an hour or so. [ McCree rolled his shoulders like it was nothing at all. ]