Jason jumped out of the Vertibird behind Wes after they touched down in Megaton. He sincerely hoped that there wouldn't be any violence against the innocent villagers here, he didn't think he could take any more slaughters.
He was disgusted by the way Eden regarded the valiant defender of the town, and wanted to be behind the sheriff defending the town as well. He hated the Enclave with all his guts, they were cowards that tried to convince everyone they were doing the right thing although it was obvious they weren't. He had been punished many-a-times by the trainers at Raven Rock for disrespect, so he was used to the dissapointed looks he got from the others.
Jason was not the typical Enclave soldier for the simple fact that he hated the cause he was fighting for, every single thing about it seemed wrong to him. The only reason he fought for the Enclave was because they rescued him as a child and he owed them his life, a debt he planned to pay soon.
When the bastards left he kept his gun pointed at the sheriff, as much as he didn't want to he had an image to uphold. The wait went pretty smoothly, apart from the dirty looks from the villagers nothing happened, that is until Wes came back covered in Ghoul gore.
"What have you done!" yelled the Sheriff.
"Taken care of a problem to America little man!" Wes yelled before Eden hushed him.
"Is that what you call that Ghoul? A problem to America? Screw you!" Jason yelled as he lunged at Wes and decked him. The Power Armours connected, Jason fist to Wes' chest plate, and Jason's weaker fist plate cracked, blood pouring out of the opening. No one reacted until Wes reached for his recently acquired assault rifle but Eden stopped him.
What was that look in Eden's eye? Oh no!
Jason had just become one of Eden's newest tools.