[center][color=9e0b0f][h2]Ben the Fighter[/h2][/color][/center] 

Ben rubbed his eyes, letting out a groan as he wiped away the tiredness. He'd felt like he'd been sleeping for a year. He went through his usual morning routine, which consisted of him sitting up, stretching his neck and yawning as he did so. Strong arms reached to the sky and his chest swelled as he took in a deep breath, before he leaped up and shook his head. His hair was crazy, as it usually was when he'd been sleeping. He wondered what was happening in the rest of the bunker. 

But first, he needed to wake himself up some more. He stretched his legs and arms, up-down, side to side. Suddenly a foot was launched in a snap kick, before he held the position with his leg raised, and then repeated the process with his other leg. "[color=9e0b0f]Ok cool.[/color]" he breathed, and then headed into the hallway, wondering where he was needed. He hadn't really spoken to the gang, preferring to keep to himself mostly. But finally he seemed fully prepared to deal with them, because without each other, there was no survival.