I don't own anything. Washington, Carolina, the Blues and Reds are property of RoosterTeeth.
He hadn't really thought his action through; he just did. He raised his pistol to the back of Carolina's neck, knowing exactly where to hit to make it through the protective material and into her spinal cord; it'd be an instant death. He could feel the surprised looks the others were giving him from their helmet visors, and could hear it in Carolina's voice when she questioned him.
He was honestly terrified when he saw the ex-Freelancer raise her weapon to Tucker. It wasn't like he hadn't seen others raise guns in his direction before. He wasn't even terrified whenever the Reds would start shooting at the Blues. Yes, admittedly the Reds were pretty good shots, but they weren't on par with Carolina. She'd be able to kill them in the blink of the eye; that terrified Wash.
He owed the Blues and Reds his new life; they not only forgave him for what he did to retrieve Epsilon, but they brought him into their group and protected him. He had grown to care for them deeply. Yes they got on his nerves. Yes he was still the best soldier amongst their group of six. Yes they were idiots, but they were his idiots. And he was going to protect his friends, just as he had during his time as a Freelancer; just as he was doing at that second.
It had been difficult to lose all of his old friends, and he wasn't about to start losing new ones because Carolina decided to lose her mind and open fire on them. No matter what Carolina said or did, Wash would stick with his friends. He would defend them and stay by their side, because that's what friends did. That's what he was going to do, no matter what.
