Charles sat on toward the front of the room some blood on his face from a hit Goliath had landed. He tasted some blood as he took an unhealthy drag of his cigarette and glanced to the back of the room were Goliath had just made a comment. "See you'd have to stop being Chicken shit to get out of it... That would be why they gave it to you in the first place." Charles chuckled and took another unhealthy drag, Goliath wasn't the only one that could hold a grudge for no reason, Charles just hoped the commanding officer wouldn't started riding them for it. Charles believed Goliath could be a good person, underneath all that con.