Geronimo
Geronimo continued to question whether it was a mistake to join this "team". His past experience told him, it's only a matter of time before they would all die and he would start out exactly like how they found him.. alone. It wasn't that he expected they will all die. He knows it. That's why he works better by himself. He was a lone wolf.. all this extra commotion from the others rubbed him wrong.. yet, maybe.. just maybe, this group could be different? nah.. nothing ever changes. Especially for Geronimo.. thus the reason after 3 tours and various black ops missions, he's so accustomed to cheap liquor and fast girls. nothing lasts.. nothing good anyways. "Fuck it", he thought to himself.. "I'll ride this out.. but if any one of them fucks this up for me..", he pulls out Chuck Norris and spins the chamber, "I'll kill them myself."
He closes his eyes while the others talk among themselves.. he mutters loud enough for his ears to hear only "let's get this over with".. and goes to sleep.
Man.. I hate it when your girl has to leave my place to come back to you..
