Jason's nose crinkled at the smell of tobacco smoke and when he looked around to find the source he gave a small frown. Tobacco was a toxin and it pained him to see any who used it. But that was quickly smothered by the entrance of an black man, and several of the scowls of the other soldiers in the room. Jason made a quick prayer for his safety because he was fairly certain that none of these men would. 

With a sigh, Jason remembered home. He missed it dearly. Jason had no ill will towards persons of color, heck, the woman he had back home was one. Ruth was her name, they had been best friends growing up and it became a little more as they grew. Many others didn't hold his opinion however and so he didn't talk about her with the men, keeping her picture close on his person at all times. 

This train of thought depressed Jason, so he tried to pass it off and went over towards the man called "Fredrick" and introduced himself. Extending his hand Jason said, "Hello Fredrick, I am Jason, or Duster if you want to go by code names." trying to sound somewhat happy even though he knew he was failing.