When asked what he thought would happen to Wash following Season 6:
Shannon: Wow, what’s next for Agent Washington? He’s going to be in charge of something, I think. The good work he did on this is going to be recognized, somewhere. But I don’t know exactly how.
Prompt 96: In The Storm. Set during season 9.
Dexter Grif’s Enhanced Scale of Shitstorm Severity is composed of three categories. You know. It’s all highly scientific.
The first one encompasses things like, hey, you’re stuck in the army and we’re out of Oreos again, what the fuck. Grif’s entire life right now is basically set to a background radiation of Category One Shitstorm.
Category Two Shitstorms blow in when Sarge has a Plan, because Sarge’s capital-P Plans always have the same first step: shoot Grif in the face. And, like, Grif’s pretty fond of his face. Shotgun blasts are lousy for his complexion.
But Category Three, y’know, DefCon Whatever-The-Worst-One-Is? That category of shitstorm is specially reserved for when the Blues do anything. Like, fucking anything. Someone breathes kinda funny over on Blue Team, bam, next thing you know you’ve got fucking ghosts and emo computers and massive conspiracies and unexplained deliveries of beef jerky in the middle of the night. It’s fucking weird, is what it is.
Gimme a ship and I’ll draw something for it when I get home from clinicals.