A tall figure clad in green stood at a window, the curtains drawn, although some sunlight seeped through the curtains, giving everthing in the dark room a faint glow. The figure had his hands placed behind his back, a number of medals plastered onto the front of his green jacket. He sighed and turned around to face a different figure. This other figure was a Spartan, heavily armoured and armed. His armour was black with red tribal markings. Only his reflective visor could be seen in the faint light though.
"Don't screw this up, Vayne. You're the only Spartan we got left, this isn't like the simulation, you could easily die out there." the male clad in green ushered.
"Don't sweat it, sarge. I got this covered." the Spartan reffered to as "Vayne" replied.
"That's what you said last time." the Sergeant replied stiffly.
"Hey, that wasn't my fault. It's not like I chose to end up in a room full of Flood with no exit. But hey, I found my way out didn't I?" Vayne replied.
"That you did. But that was still close, too close even. This is a big job, Vayne. None like you've had before. You screw up and the world is thrown into complete chaos." the Sergeant countered.
"So, no pressure then." Vayne smiled.
"I'm confident you can do this. You're one of the best Spartans I've ever seen. If anyone can get this done, it's you, Vayne." the Sergeant replied, placing a hand on Vayne's shoulder.
Vayne stood up straight, bringing his right arm toa salut position.
"Spartan 995 reporting. Mission Objective; re-unite last living Spartans and fend off the Covenant." Vayne said, rather proudly.
"Then get to it, Vayne." the Sergeant smiled.
And, with that, Vayne spun on his heels and walked towards the exit.
Well, from our main HQ to arcross the Globe to find some Spartans. Guess it's time for me to kick some ***.