06-27-2018, 05:28 PM
(he's the best of boys okay)
He wasn't a people person. He was a soldier person. Being able to command those that were a lower rank than him or being given orders made it a whole lot easier on himself. Talking about emotions also wasn't something that he was an expert at either. In the Project, they were forced to keep their emotions and their mind to themselves. There was no reason to bring emotions and personal vendettas onto a mission that would just ruin said mission and cause confusiong among the troops. Although when they usually went on a mission it was just with other Freelancers and not foot troops. Which made it a little bit easier if not every freelancer had their own ego that they wanted to show how great they were in the field. It was a pain in the ass, yes, but it was better than dealing with foot soldiers that were just going to get themselves killed. Either way, when he first started the project he would make sure that those under his command would be less likely to go under fire. This would mean that he could potentially get himself injured as well. The soldier had to keep his soldiers alive, as it was just the right thing to do after all. Almost like every other Freelancer, Washington didn't have a lot of patience when it came to others. Now even more than ever he had quite a short temper that was easily flared up and usually reduced him to threatening others or pointing a gun at their face. Although it was good for the group that he was with now that he didn't have any sort of possession of a gun himself. If would probably be impossible to use the weapon with the likes of paws anyway, but it would be nice to have some sort of way to defend himself. He knew that his large size was somewhat daunting to other animals that lived here, but it was basically just for show. He didn't know how to fight as an animal.
The anatomy that he was used to was all wrong. Instead, what he did know how to do was shoot someone. Which he didn't have here so he was basically just a big guy walking around hoping that no one would attack him from the meantime. No one around here had armor after all, which certainly made a lot more helpful for him as he already had more of an advantage than they did. Agent Washington didn't feel like he would ever belong in a place like this. He was supposed to be fighting. For all of that to come to an abrupt stop was almost asking someone to go cold turkey when it came to taking drugs. It just couldn't be done that quickly. He needed to keep himself occupied, which he had done just that with the rest of the outpost here. That being he was constantly moving around gathering intel of the place. Timing the patrols whenever he could, to gather the schedule of those that were around him. He didn't look at him like he was an enemy, and to Washington, those that lived in the Ascendants were just possible assets to him. He wasn't here to make friends. He was here to get results. Washington knew what his job was, but he doubted that if he explained his job that other's would even understand what it actually meant. They weren't humans after all. It was all Washington could do to keep himself from sighing inside of his helmet. Maybe he was lucky that his helmet actually did fit his head so that other's would be able to see his face. Although, there were some modifications to the helmet that he didn't remember being done. His ears didn't poke out from the helmet like one would think, instead, they were inside of his helmet. There were vents that were directly where his ears should be that allowed him to actually hear without it being muffled. Finally, though, he was able to get a name out of the male. Michael Caboose. Certainly, an interesting name but his name was Washington so he wasn't going to judge. His gold eyes would then turn to Suiteheart as she made her way over, calm as usual.
The other seemed to appear in a lot of places, and he regarded the other with as mall dip of his head. "What was your rank before you arrived here Caboose? Private? Colonel?" Honestly he basically already knew the answer if the other was a former human like himself. Which was basically guaranteed right now considering how he was speaking and the helmet that he had. Besides, the other had a human name compared to those that lived in this outpost. He was going to bet that it was going to Private. If York was here, they would probably be joking with each other, but that was a long time ago. York wasn't here and he was the only Freelancer that was around. Caboose gave the name of the outpost that he was from, but Washington was going to take it with a grain of salt. The name didn't pop up into his head at all, so he wasn't going to bother to try and think it was incredibly important information. The soldier's attention soon was diverted again as a child approached him. Something that Washington hadn't been paying attention to. He wasn't sure how this group ran themselves, but he wasn't sure if children should just be out and walking around. But that was the military and war mentality that had been drilled into him in the very beginning. There was always bound to be some sort of threat out there. The golden retriever was confused as to what was happening and what Suiteheart was talking about. Washington began to take a small bit of command. "She is talking about this current outpost. ,Soldier you'll be stationed here until we can figure out what going on. The living quarters is in the observatory, which is currently being used as a base of operations." Washington would state calmly. It seemed like it would just be better to give Caboose a direct order instead of trying to confuse the guy with questions. At least, that's what he was hoping right now. Suiteheart probably wouldn't like it, but the other was more than willing to refuse his order. "speech"
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