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"A country is a cold, unloving thing to die for." Garrett shook his head. He'd probably rather die for power or fame or... None of that made any sense.
Coulson's fellow agent was beginning to grate on his nerves. "I don't know what you would die for," he said calmly, "but I'd rather die for my brothers in arms on the field."
Garrett laughed. "I'm sure you would."
Coulson didn't particularly want to know what his partner would die for, so perhaps that's why he didn't notice Garrett's evasion before their SO called them to their feet and sent them into the next exercise.