Assignments. He knew what this was, a babysitting task, something to keep him out of trouble when he was a shorting electrical socket threatening to burn himself down and out. Tucker didn’t want to go to the med tent, but it was insisted that he help out again, like he had during the flu. He hadn’t been particularly bad at it then, but there were no guarantees now when his head was a whole other base away.

Well, two bases, because this had him thinking about home as well as her.

Shit. He had been told to find a…Ratchet? What the fuck with these names? And report to him. Cool. Fine. He couldn’t actually leave right now anyway considering the amount of eyes he had on him. So he stood at the front tent looking around, as if that was going to solve anything.

“Hey, is Ratchet here?” And if he wasn’t, he could totally leave and no one would be the wiser. He tried, right? That’s all that counted. Please don’t make him do actual work. Please.