[Jason loudly groans in pain again as the knife goes deeper into his wound. Then his helmet's pneumatic latch is activated and the helmet hisses open, leaving his head and masked face exposed. His expression twists into a snarl]

At least I don't got one.

[It can easily be said Jason's best and worst trait is the sheer stubbornness he has once he sets his mind on something. It's all too similar to a hungry dog with a bone]