Damn, and I thought the stuff back home was annoying.

[Thank God for helmets, because Tucker was frowning at that, the words ticking the little things inside of him. Damn, okay, yeah, he got it; if he was on Red Team, he'd try to peace out, too, but it--]

Dude, Sarge is annoying, don't get me wrong, but he's not that bad. He's just a crazy old guy who needs something to do or else he gets crazier. Sometimes that "something" is fighting gravity or the darkness or whatever, sometimes it's finding new ways to hypothetically kill Grif. We all have our hobbies.

[You didn't hear Sarge at the end. You don't know.]

Um, I don't know whether to be happy about that or not; I think we're all a little comfortable in nonsense because it makes it feel more homey. But hey, less headaches for me; I'm a pretty badass leader, and not having to deal with people like Sarge makes my life waaay easier.

[Because yes, people trusted him to lead teams. Tucker. Leading people. Wash trusted Tucker to lead people. What had his world come to?]

...Or not. What the fuck, do we live in a goddamn Stephen King book on meth?