0900 Earth Time,March 16, 2550, UNSC Frigate Column of War.
"Go! GO!" Rolfe yelled. Derek couldn't do a thing. Rolfe unpolarized his visor and Derek could see the fierce determination that he had in his eyes. From that look, Derek could see that Rolfe would go on until the end. Suddenly a plasma grenade fell right in front of Rolfe. Derek watched in horror as...
Derek woke up. This nightmare had been going on for weeks. The psychologists were getting worried. No, not worried. Firm. They forcibly restrained Derek-134 from active combat until he recovered. HE could not get the memory out of his head. Rolfe-087 and Derek were part of SPARTAN Navy Team. At least, until OPERATION: HELMAND. Then, everything fell apart. Then, Navy Team lost two members. A waste. That's what it was, a waste.
In the UNSC ship, Column of War, Derek was eating lunch. He sat apart from everyone else. Actually, no one sat by him. He was a lone wolf, of sorts. Then, a few, rowdy ODST's pushed their way in, swearing loudly.
"Hey you, punk." One ODST shouted out. Derek slowly turned to the ODST.
"Yeah, you. You idiot's have costed us the whole war, I heard one of your other freaks, ahem, teammates, got killed by some easy..." Derek was on him before the ODST finished his sentence. A few hours later, the commander of the ship was facing the Spartan.
"I cannot allow this, Spartan. You have already wounded 12 ODST's and killed 5."
"Sir, with all due respect, they started it."
"I don't care. We are heading out of UNSC-controlled territory in a few weeks, and I cannot afford to have men out of action before they even see the enemy."
"Sir! Yes sir!"
"Good. Dismissed."
Derek was out of there. He knew he was acting nondisciplinary, and was horrified by it. He also couldn't help himself. That was what the psychologist called 'no self control'. That psychologist ended up with 2 broken ribs and a broken arm. That was the last straw. The high brass had nowhere else to send him, so he ended up in an UNSC frigate. It could have been worse.