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He wasn't always like this. In fact he had been the complete opposite. He didn't snap toward other's no matter had bad of a situation always was. That's because he knew yelling in a stressful situation wasn't going to help anything. The male knew that speaking calmly during an argument was the best way to get through to someone. Raising someone's voice against a superior was just asking for something bad to happen. The only other time that Washington had raised his voice to anyone would have been against the person that had court-martialled him in the first place. It was difficult to agree with because he knew the officer was in the wrong and he wanted to tell him that he was. So he did. Right to his face. He knew that he was already going to be kicked out of the military and wasn't going to bother holding anything back. Especially when he spoke the truth to the fellow soldier. He yelled at him about how no one in the squad had any care for each other's lives except for him and that their officer was willing to just let them die like lab rats to maybe open a way to get past the enemy. But there hadn't been any sort of guarantee and they were going to be pinned down. The best in Washington's mind at the time had just been to try and retreat so that they wouldn't get their entire platoon killed all for nothing.
It would have been a difficult decision and he hoped that their commanding officer at the time so that it was futile for them to go anywhere. Instead, the commanding officer did the exact opposite. Washington had looked at him like he was the dumbest guy in the world. Did he really believe that they were going to win this? This wasn't some type of damn game that they were going through right now. This was a serious situation that needs to actually have a strategic method to get them out alive. Washington looked toward the rest of the soldiers that had fear in their lives. They were more than willing to die for the human race, but what they weren't willing to die for was for nothing. The Corporal knew that he was going to have to do something and do something quick before they were all killed. So, he took his sidearm and shock the commanding officer in the leg. Making sure not to shoot him where he would lose too much blood. He wasn't if anyone had seen him do it, but the commanding officer knew exactly who had shot him. Washington couldn't give two shits as he was going to be saving the entire platoons life and they were going to fight for another day.
The soldier dragged the commanding officer and now that the higher ranked officer wasn't capable of dishing out orders, that means that Washington was the next in command. And just to make sure that the bastard wasn't going to try and argue with him, Washington made sure to knock his lights out. One swift punch was all that it would end up taking, and from there he gave orders to the platoon. He wasn't an idiot, and they all didn't try to run at once. They went one at a time providing covering fire for everyone so that the aliens would be focused on them and not focus on the runners. Washington told the man glaring down at him the exact same story. He saved lives that day. And if he hadn't then the commanding officer would have killed them all. Washington didn't even bother to try and listen to what the man had to say about the supplies that they lost and the outpost that was basically given away. Washington didn't give a shit, and that had been the first time in a long time that the soldier had actually been pissed. His time during Project Freelancer had been completely different. Time together meant that faith had time to go so that that they wouldn't have to question everything that they did. There were couple Freelancer's that wouldn't follow an order from someone like Carolina, like the one time Wyoming refused an order to move up when they were being shot with gattling guns.
Which Washington didn't really blame the sniper for really choosing to do so, he probably would have done the same. But other than that, everyone followed what they were told to do, and that made Washington's job a lot easier to do because they would give clear instructions that he would have to follow. There had only been one traitor in the organization though, and that had been after they had gone after CT. He didn't think Connie would have started to betray him, but he guessed that everyone in the project had secrets that they wanted to keep hidden. Having basically nothing left, Washington didn't have anything about him to hide. No one talked about their personal life, because they didn't need to. There was no reason when they were all about the job and the task at hand in protecting the human race. Until everything decided to go to shit and everyone had to choose one side or the other. Washington still had no idea which side everyone ended up deciding to choose because he didn't get a chance. Stuck in the infirmary during the entire fight amongst themselves, the Freelancer was stuck trying to figure out how to stop the memories flashing in front of his face.
All Washington knew was that Texas had attacked the ship for some reason, and that everyone either went to go and stop her or simply help her in her task. He had no idea if any of the Freelancer's ended up killing one another. Part of him hoped not, while the other part of him didn't really care. He would be wary of them no matter what happened. But because of what happened with the ending of the project, it just meant that he was going to have been changed. He was bitter. He was paranoid. He was quick to snap toward others depending on his mood. He no longer cracked jokes or made someone laugh just for the fun of it. He wasn't like that anymore, and it was a side of him that Carolina had yet to see since she had arrived here. He almost felt sorry for showing his true colors of what happened now when he came under stress. Stressful situations were what they were GOOD at. It was their damn job. For him to crumble under a small amount of pressure that was basically just everyone arguing back and forth? There had to be something that was wrong with him. The armored smilodon kept his head looking down at the ground. HIs eyes were closed as he was focusing on his breathing. He couldn't pass out here. He REFUSED to.
The extinct animal managed to slow his breathing, although it could still be heard slightly. Part of him wanted to let out the pent-up frustration that he had. Which with almost every Freelancer meant attacking something. But he was far too damn tired to even do anything remotely violent at the moment. Carolina was the one to speak first, and he held his breath waiting for the female's reaction. When her tone of voice was different than what he had anticipated being, he opened his eyes and turned his helmet to look at the female. He noticed the way she looked defeated. They were both tired. They just wanted to get back home. Was that even the word to say it? What would they even do once they finally got back? The Mother of Invention was gone. A place they called home for a year over year. Now wasn't the time though to think of a future that may never come. She was agreeing with them. He wasn't going to deny the fact that he was tired. He truly was. The work schedule he had given himself not exactly healthy in any regard. She was willing to talk with Bast, and that was enough to be said. He didn't care if the commanding officer agreed with it or not. "Thanks, Boss" Washington would say with a soft breathy sigh. Thanks.
A word that he hadn't said in a very very long time. It felt strange saying it again. Like it didn't fit. Carolina moved closer to him, and he didn't move as she approached, as if knowing that she wasn't going to try to hurt him. Which she obviously wasn't. She nudged him, and he immediately knew what that meant without question. The Freelancer grunted as he got himself up onto his paws. His head hung a little bit lower than it should, and he craned it to the side until he heard a pop. Letting out another sigh because the popping of his neck relieved some pain that had been developing on the base of his skull. Washington looked down at Washington and distributed his weight accordingly. He wasn't going to fall that was for damn sure. And like he had predicted, Suite seemed to be of some help with the four of them trying to figure out how they were going to deal with this situation. His helmet turned toward the white domestic's direction. From the look on her face, she certainly hadn't expected that. Then the topic of what a member was, was brought up again. And this time it made sense as to why they were freaking out the entire time.
A member being someone that just lived here. Didn't sound all that resourceful to Washington, but he wasn't about to start arguing back. "Didn't say we didn't like it. I guess we're members then, although the term still sounds odd to say." Washington would say more calmly. He had finally caught his breath and wasn't panting anymore. He was going to listen to what Suite had to say of course as now that he wasn't exerting any energy he should be fine. In theory. At the mention that they would have left if they didn't consider themselves members they would have done it already. Washington shrugged his shoulders as it made sense to him why he hadn't left. "You guys have information that needs in order to get the lay of the land. We'd be walking blindly if we left a place like this. Besides, you guys have shelter which means we wouldn't have to acquire resources to recover." Washington explained in the usual soldier tone that he came up with. It made perfect sense to Washington, it was basically protocol. He hadn't had enough energy landing here to be able to make his own base, which he probably wouldn't either as it made it easier to get answers to his questions if he was in the base of this outpost already.
At the mention of Bastille, Washington would let out a snot. "Then tell him to get his facts straight before threatening to kill my teammate." Washington would point out, some venom in his voice, but one couldn't blame the broken man. He was trying his best here to be neutral between the two parties despite agreeing with everything that Carolina said. The next names that were spoken though confused him. He didn't know who they were, but yet she was saying that he should get checked out. Were they medics? Hell no. He wasn't going to let them anywhere near him, and the way his posture tensed seemed to show that. The last time he had been anywhere near someone that was trying to 'help' him, it had destroyed his mind and been the most painful experience that he had gone through. That only happened a couple weeks ago. He wasn't about to trust any doctors, medics, or whatever they just had after the failed implantation. "I'm fine. I don't need to be checked out by everyone I just need some sleep is all. And not having everyone constantly at each other's throats would also help." His last sentence wasn't directed toward Carolina. She had some form of selt control, it was the other's that were around them though he was talking about. Agent Washington was stubborn though. He was just tired. That's all anyone needed to know. "speech"
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