Orders were orders and he came like he was told to, even though he didn't think he needed the extra security detail. He could take care of himself and in all honesty just wanted to be left alone. They had an influence on him that he didn't think was particularly healthy.
For most of the trip he was quiet. He'd talked to all of them before coming out here and suiting up, but never longer than five minutes, and his lines weren't long either.
He wasn't a big advocate for these imitation guns. Seemed to cheapen the gravity of a real firearm and what it meant to put a bullet in someone's body. But if wars could be won through paintball fights, wouldn't the world be a rather different place?
Dull eyes glazed over the small crowd - the only civilisation to be seen for miles of forestry on end - and the ideal sniping spots started calling out to him. Paintball wasn't about hiding behind a large rock and clipping people's limbs off one by one, but he didn't find running around with a bunch of apocalyptic destructive lunatics to be particularly wise.