Treated less like a covert operation organization and more like a group of hired thugs, things he'd never ask his people to do. Never expect them to do, line he never would have crossed before- When had he lost control? Do what needed to be done to get the mission done, but leave nobody behind.

"You left because you didn't like how things were going." That he remembered, McCree at least had enough guts to come face him with his leaving. Didn't just spirit himself away one night, but it damn well had felt like it—

The ghosts were ignored, brow furrowed as the growing anger stalled and shadows curled along Reaper's edges. Ruffling almost. "You didn't ask," that was a no.