Despite the lack of judgement, Gaeta feels his throat tighten further, like it's trying to stifle the words one last time before he can say them.

He shifts so he's facing John in full, looking him dead in the eye. "Swear you won't tell any of the poker gathering about this."

Some of them probably wouldn't care. Frak, the ones like Hawkeye would probably high-five him, they hate their army so much. But they're still military. They all still swore an oath; learned to follow the orders of their superiors.