"He was already there, we just didn't have anything to call him," the Soldier corrects, without judgment. They weren't clear. "I just called him 'chatty guy' or 'asshole'." (Love you too, pal. Shut up, Sergeant.) They have no idea how the Sergeant can make a kissing-noise without actually having a mouth, but he does, somehow. "But it was. A month and a half? After we got here. There were these flowers that smelled like dead people. Crowley had broken his leg, I was helping him back to the cabin. And then suddenly I was him, and back on the battlefield in the war, trying to escape from a HYDRA attack."