[Gabriel has been waiting for the other shoe to drop for a long time now—being rescued from the destruction of Earth by aliens that claim to be benevolent is just a little too far-fetched for him, so he’s very relieved to know it’s just assassins. The quiet of the stasis unit is interrupted first by footsteps then by the sudden stop of them, and he can feel the prickle of adrenaline up his spine that lets him know he’s been spotted.
He’d be a bad covert ops commander if he didn’t know when a nearby presence has taken an interest in him. Gabriel remains still, eyes trained on McCree’s pod in an attempt to make it seem like he hasn’t noticed anyone entering the space, much less anyone entering the space and taking an interest in him.
His eyes flick to the glass surface of the pod, the two human-shaped smudges in the reflection alerting him to their presence on the balcony behind him. The only indication that he knows they’re trying to get the jump on him is the minute flex of his fingers as they itch to go for his guns.
For the immediate moment, he waits for them to make the first move.]
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He’d be a bad covert ops commander if he didn’t know when a nearby presence has taken an interest in him. Gabriel remains still, eyes trained on McCree’s pod in an attempt to make it seem like he hasn’t noticed anyone entering the space, much less anyone entering the space and taking an interest in him.
His eyes flick to the glass surface of the pod, the two human-shaped smudges in the reflection alerting him to their presence on the balcony behind him. The only indication that he knows they’re trying to get the jump on him is the minute flex of his fingers as they itch to go for his guns.
For the immediate moment, he waits for them to make the first move.]