[ open to any S.T.A.R.S members, STRATCOM folks, and Team Good in general ]
Bang.
Coen lifted his gun and opened up the chamber. It had been a while since he had gone to the S.T.A.R.S facility. Actually, he had avoided it like the plague for a while now. There was a lot of tension between the members and he really didn't feel like dealing with all the bullshit. So, that was why he was there then. Usually, at that time in the evening, the rest of the group had left to do whatever they fancied.
And Billy didn't question it; he had a lot to think about anyway.
Brad's funeral had gone as well as it could have, but his brother was another story. He was already protesting in the Nexus and causing enough issues with the residents there. However, it was not Billy's job to baby sit the older Vickers. So with that thought swarming in the back of his mind, he moved onto the next worry.
The members of S.T.A.R.S and STRATCOM worried him. He didn't know why, but he was growing on to them and he knew that that would only cause trouble for him later. He had a cloudy background and that never mixed well with law enforcement. Plus, Billy wasn't too fond of Graham or the United States government in general. That also made him feel uneasy, as most of them, if not all, seemed to be following blindly behind Graham. Especially Leon, and that just stung the ex-Marine like a thorn in his side. He didn't hate Leon, really; he actually found him to be an all right guy. But he could never get close to him and he knew that.
Maybe he was the only what the did.
"Reload," he grumbled.
Bang!
He was also finding him tangled within the affairs of both Jill Valentine and Kevin Ryman. He had found a closeness with Kevin; a drinking partner kind of closeness and with Jill? Well, Billy didn't really know. He wasn't interested in her in a romantic fashion. She seemed kind of like a sister to him; someone that could use a helping hand. And he did help her whenever he could. Of course, his means of a helping hand also meant his grip was rough, hard and usually more cold than anything.
But that was how Billy Coen work; that was how he always worked.
The ex-Marine breathed. He didn't want to grow close to these people. He didn't want to go through the same thing he did in Africa. He didn't want to relive it again. But here he was, connecting with people he shouldn't, loving people he shouldn't, and over all thinking that if the worst case scenario were put into play, he could take a bullet for any of them.
Bang! Bang!
"What the fuck am I doing.."
Coen lifted his gun and opened up the chamber. It had been a while since he had gone to the S.T.A.R.S facility. Actually, he had avoided it like the plague for a while now. There was a lot of tension between the members and he really didn't feel like dealing with all the bullshit. So, that was why he was there then. Usually, at that time in the evening, the rest of the group had left to do whatever they fancied.
And Billy didn't question it; he had a lot to think about anyway.
Brad's funeral had gone as well as it could have, but his brother was another story. He was already protesting in the Nexus and causing enough issues with the residents there. However, it was not Billy's job to baby sit the older Vickers. So with that thought swarming in the back of his mind, he moved onto the next worry.
The members of S.T.A.R.S and STRATCOM worried him. He didn't know why, but he was growing on to them and he knew that that would only cause trouble for him later. He had a cloudy background and that never mixed well with law enforcement. Plus, Billy wasn't too fond of Graham or the United States government in general. That also made him feel uneasy, as most of them, if not all, seemed to be following blindly behind Graham. Especially Leon, and that just stung the ex-Marine like a thorn in his side. He didn't hate Leon, really; he actually found him to be an all right guy. But he could never get close to him and he knew that.
Maybe he was the only what the did.
"Reload," he grumbled.
Bang!
He was also finding him tangled within the affairs of both Jill Valentine and Kevin Ryman. He had found a closeness with Kevin; a drinking partner kind of closeness and with Jill? Well, Billy didn't really know. He wasn't interested in her in a romantic fashion. She seemed kind of like a sister to him; someone that could use a helping hand. And he did help her whenever he could. Of course, his means of a helping hand also meant his grip was rough, hard and usually more cold than anything.
But that was how Billy Coen work; that was how he always worked.
The ex-Marine breathed. He didn't want to grow close to these people. He didn't want to go through the same thing he did in Africa. He didn't want to relive it again. But here he was, connecting with people he shouldn't, loving people he shouldn't, and over all thinking that if the worst case scenario were put into play, he could take a bullet for any of them.
Bang! Bang!
"What the fuck am I doing.."