About Gabriel Reyes..
“It all started when my mother received the news.. I was just a kid and couldn’t understand at first why she burst into tears when two men in uniforms delivered her a letter. That day she found out that my father was killed by a bomb on the battlefield. Of course, I didn’t find out rightaway, because she didn’t want me to suffer as much, but news started to spread and got to my ears when I engaged in a fight with some kids outside. They mocked me with it.” He stopped, looking to his side, visualizing the whole scene, trying to wash it away with a frown.
“I was confused, scared.. Angry. Because I didn’t know any sooner and went straight to our home, shouting at my mother about what I’ve heard. She bursted into tears and showed me the letter… However, since then, things started to go down. My grandparents from my father’s side never liked me and my mother and have been against us ever since he decided to marry her. The others were long gone.. And my mother… Well, due to sadness and stress that she will have to handle everything alone, put her heart on a tray, so I found myself being pushed by circumstances, from a young age, to work for both of us.”
“However, I was always a troublemaker and my mom even had to drag me out of fights few times, face covered in blood. I knew this would give me a hard time in the neighborhood to find a job that could pay for our food and monthly expenses.” He scratched a bit beneath his beanie, adjusting it right after, visibly still lost in thoughts. “Of course, a bad reputation attracts all sorts of attention, and it wasn’t long after I reached my teens, until a gang made me an offer. It was tempting, but my father always fought for the better in this world, and I felt like I would betray him if I joined them.”
“But when I came of age I decided to enroll since my mother’s medication became more and more expensive and all the jobs I found weren’t paying enough to sustain it all. I did it for her and I am sure she understood this, but the price of it could’ve been so big with just a single misstep.” He finally raised his head and looked at Jesse. His eyes were wet and smile was bitter. “Of course, she became proud of me and my progress, always bursting into tears whenever I came home and told me how much I start to look alike my father. Unfortunately, she passed away long before Overwatch was even on paper as idea or in someone’s head.”
Jesse placed his hand over Reyes’s arm, giving him a apologetic look.
“We’ve both been through some rough stuff in our early days..” McCree finally said, to which the other man just responded with a small nod.
“Which is why we must fight on. For those who decided to believe in us.”
A little something I had on mind and decided to write down. I apologize for the eventual mistakes, but it’s really late and can’t really focus much anymore.