[Morgan]

Pow! The pistol went off and Finn watched as the bullet tore through the air, finally reaching its target, his eyes never blinked or moved, he just watched. A steady calculating glare, one hand firmly clutching the gun. He slowly pulled back the shadows he had caused to appear and looked over the damage done to the wall. Certainly there were enough places to train in the facility but this wasn't training, this was just his form of entertainment. He reloaded and shot at the wall a few more times, just so he could hear the bullets attempt to bury themselves in the concrete. He wasn't sure why he enjoyed this so much, he just did. He reloaded again and walked back inside the facility, he had just gotten some blood only a few short hours ago, but already his stomach was beginning to protest his actions. He sighed and contemplated whether or not he should go get some more, but decided it was best to wait, the waiting would make him stronger and that was really all that mattered in this world: strength. He passed by the fridge and saw one of his fellow warriors partaking in the crimson liquid. He nodded his head quickly at her and muttered some sort of greeting doubting she would even hear him at all. He knew her to be Mercy, but as he tended to keep to himself that was about all he knew of her, all he knew was that she was his comrade and that made her someone that he didn't really need to be jumpy around.