Helmets
Typical day for the noble team, Jun was practicing, well, being forced to by Emile, while Carter, Jorge and Kat did recon on the area. This left Six alone in the break room. He sighted, leaning back in the chair.
"I really should get that hair cut today." He mused out loud as his sandy-brownish blonde hair poked out into his sight in the helmet. He glanced lazily at the clock, finding it to be three in the afternoon.
The Covenant had been rally lazy this past week, only sending small recon parties or a small group of skirmishers. That had given the whole Noble Team a basic week off. In that time, Six had fallen into the habit of napping or having a drink around this time.
"Tea, tea, tea…" He muttered to himself looking around the room. Finding no teabags, he resolved to inform Carter of this before getting him a cup of coffee and adding a generous amount of milk and sugar.
He sighed, checking the comms on last time before slipping off his helmet and setting the gray and black item on the table. He groaned, cracking his neck and shaking out his hair as he took a sip of the liquid. He smiled, leaning back in the metal chair.
He wondered what he should do for the rest of today…work out with the Marine unit… he always found the E course fun… mostly because of the mud, although Carter hates the mud in the barracks. He could see if a Falchion was open and if he couldn't pilot it around the area for a scouting tour. His thoughts then drifted to playing a game of golf… He wondered how far he could hit now. He had only played once or twice with his dad when he was younger.
"Ah…I'll do the E-course again, it was fun yesterday." He said, making up his mind and sitting back up in the chair.
He sat in the chair quietly, sipping his coffee before bringing up a holo his profile. He read it, finding that most of the information had been removed. He smiled, brushing his too-long-hair out of the way.
The door creaked open, revealing Kat and Emile talking about something. The both glanced at Six, and registered the missing helmet. Six on the other hand, froze before jumping into action. He grabbed his helmet, threw it at Emile's head, and then as it bounced off, caught it and pulled it on, all in the matter of a split-second.
"Ow," Emile complained, rubbing his skull helmet.
"Six…your hair's hanging out." Kat said bluntly, pointing to clump of sandy-brown hair leaking out of his helmet.
"I knew I should have gotten that hair cut yesterday…" Six began tucking the hair back into the helmet.
"So…I never knew you had green eyes." Kat said, smiling.
Six looked up, his silver visor revealing none of his facial expression. "Oh…shit…" He finally said as both of the Spartans took off after the fleeing Six as they tried to rip his helmet off again.