Gabe pulled himself from his sleep once the others began introducing themselves. He rubbed his eyes some and looked out the window at Mt. Kilimanjaro and down at Camp Heinlein. He was both excited and unhappy to be here. Back home in New York he was on his way to becoming a professional fighter but lost his last fight that would've taken him to the pros. After three years of trying to go pro he gave up hope and went to pursue a new line of work. While he was in between odd jobs Gabe had fallen into a life of crime and was arrested and given the choice to either go to war or go to jail. Jail wasn't entirely appealing to him so he chose war without second thought.<br/><br/>He let out a silent yawn and looked at the others. Their attire, except one, all being relatively nice and well kept while his were wrinkled and faded to no end. His shirt was black with his old gym's logo on it and had faded blue jeans to go with it and a simple pair of black shoes. He looked over at the girl who claimed to be their medic. "Well you'll be seeing me quite a bit. Providing I'm allowed to walk away that is. I'm Gabe. I specialize in close quarters." he said calmly. He wasn't big on making friends but since they were going to spend the next few months together he figured he might as well get to know the group.