Dust was up like a shot as his ears trained on the private’s call of ‘officer on deck’. This was a little more tedious than he remembered, but it was rare that anyone got to see an LT this damn early anyway. Suspicion was the first thing that reared its ugly head as far as his own thoughts went, but maybe this gentleman liked seeing the people doing the dying. There were a few of those types still around.<br/><br/>His eyes remained forward and he gave himself the usual split second to get a look at the guy. Grizzled…hard, but easy. If he was putting on an act of someone who’s seem the shit, then he deserved an award. The Sarge was doing her best impersonation of a good soldier though, and he was starting to get the gist of what the plays were going to be around here. At least for the present. The girlie in the corner had ties to his new-found overseer. The medic was going to have an interesting time of life, and himself…?<br/><br/>Shit…he was just here for the free food and recreation.<br/><br/>The Sarge’s short explanation and words after were barely picked up. He’s learned, over time, to ignore the stuff that wasn’t altogether important. He’s found that 80% of what people have told him when not in a firefight wasn’t very important. Go fig. When the call to relax went out, he decided not to rack out again. For all he knew, they were going to make a habit of this, just for the sake of “unit preparedness”. That thought in mind, he calmly began to check his footlocker.<br/><br/>If he was expected to dance, then he was going to make sure his boots were shined for the ball. While he was at it, he noticed the Mick speaking to the medic and chuckled “I would be careful with the goods, boys…” He took a few more swipes at the boot and looked up at them with a sad little smirk “After all, you break her, we buy it. Don’t think I won’t put an end to you first, just to make me feel better.” He left it at that and continued shining. What went on wasn’t his business. What was his business was staying alive.<br/><br/><em>’Pussy…’</em>he thought to himself<em>’It’s always the damn pussy’</em><br/><br/><br/>