Ah, rank. Tricky thing, for Wash, given that he was technically due for further demotion at minimum before he circumvented the courts-martial, and the only rank that mattered in Freelancer was the Director's own leaderboard. And that he's essentially defected from the UNSC. Twice. Still though, he nods, curt and acknowledging, his posture relaxed by formal.

"I was, once." Of course. A slight trace of humor of his own. Maybe out of line, but he's kind of out of his field in general, he might as well respond to what he thinks is there. He'll know soon enough if he's wrong. "Sergeant, sir, before being unceremoniously reassigned here."

Wash looks quite a bit too old to have never made it past sergeant if he was an officer of any ability, but look, he isn't about to volunteer the special ops thing so readily.