[Tucker rolled his eyes again, mostly because he didn't know how to argue, what to say. Code of Conduct. Tucker never adhered to any Code of Conduct, and that was part of his charm. It's why the ladies loved him.

Fuck, even now he wasn't follolwing to it because he was pretty sure rolling his eyes at his C.O. was in some damn footnote in there. Simmons could probably tell him the page and paragraph. You know, if he was here.]

Look, Wash, I don't really consider myself part of this army. [He wasn't stupid enough to say it loud; it was a whisper, one he leaned up to share.] I fight here because of you and Carolina and Sonia. That's pretty much it.

I'm not good at falling in line on normal shit; I'm worse when I don't exactly like the assholes I'm stuck fighting with.