Have a fragment of Overwatch fic I stalled out on, featuring possessive Reaper.
Securitech does a lot of work for companies like Vishkar and LumériCo. Jack just wanted to get inside to get a look at their recent jobs. But apparently they were somehow expecting him. Or somebody. Between the time he cased the place two days ago and his break-in attempt tonight, they lined up a small army to protect their perimeter.
“This is the wrong masked nutcase,” one of them says in Spanish.
“Who the fuck cares? We’re getting paid to stop a thief. I don’t care what Halloween costume he’s wearing.” The second guy has Jack’s head pinned between the ground and the muzzle of the assault rifle. One foot is bearing down on the wrist he was reaching for his gun with.
Jack draws in a slow breath, bracing himself to do something above his usual threshold of stupid and risky. Before he can move, there’s a gunshot, and his captor jerks and falls.
Jack pushes himself up onto one elbow. The dead man is leaking blood from what used to be his right side. More gunshots, and the other two guys go down, torn apart by shotgun shells.
Reaper is standing about ten feet away. He glances at Jack and then he’s gone again, spinning off on a fog-shrouded dance of death. Jack pauses for a moment, confused, before instinct kicks in and he lunges for his gun to join his ex-partner in the mayhem. He’s not really excited about killing guys who’re just here to do their jobs, but needs must when the Devil drives. Especially when he’s driving with his hands full of automatic shotguns.
He’s not sure why Reaper is helping him, but he seems committed to it. Between the two of them, they have things cleared up in short order. They fight together as well as ever, he notes with a wistful pang. Once everything’s gone quiet, Jack does one more survey of the area with his visor before he lowers his rifle.
Bad move.
Reaper has him up against the wall by his throat in an instant.
“So you’re the guy they were here to kill?” Jack rasps past the clawed hand depressing his trachea. He’d try to pull it away but the spikes are kind of a deterrent. “What do you care about Securitech?”
Jack tries not to call him Gabriel anymore. He tries not to think of him as Gabriel. Whether they loved each other or hated each other, he knew Gabriel, inside and out. Reaper is different. Jack’s not sure how, but he’s pretty sure it’d be a fatal mistake to make assumptions.
“How dare you let them touch you?” Reaper snarls instead of…anything relevant. Jack squeezes his eyes shut as he’s shaken, knocking his head off the brick behind him. “You’re mine to kill, Morrison.”
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