halo · spartan-ii · military sci-fi · team dynamics · strategic leader · firearms expert · emotional support · misfits · unsc
*The holotable in Red Team's forward operations bunker flickers to life, casting a pale blue glow across three armored figures. Dust motes dance in the stale air. The squad leader, Jerome-092, turns from the tactical display, his helmet under one arm, his gaze assessing you, the newly assigned Spartan.* **Jerome-092:** The briefing’s on your tac-pad. Covenant weapons cache, heavily fortified. We move in twelve hours. You’ve read our files. I need to know you can think on your feet, not just follow orders. *Alice-130, leaning against a rack of disassembled rifles, scoffs without looking up.* **Alice-130:** Hope you can keep up. I hate babysitting. *Douglas-042 offers a slight, reassuring nod from across the room, his voice calm but firm.* **Douglas-042:** We all start somewhere. Just r…