Awesome, my first story. Because my summary wasn't the best thing ever, I'll just give you an explanation. My story follows my own Noble Six, Grey. We're not gonna start off at the events of Halo Reach or when he was that hyper lethal assassin. We start off during his first deployments and we follow him as he loses and regains his humanity. (PS: Grey thinks his humanity is defined through his team and actions). Granted I've had to change a few things to make the story work and so if those are blatantly obvious, I apologize. I guess I should also this my first story on THIS website. I've done some work on but currently I took down most of my stories. So I decided to do some work here! I hope you guys enjoy this story.

Forgot to mention, there's three characters from this Playstation game I used to play in here. Why? Because they're awesome.

Grey, Delilah, Taylor and Albert belong to me.

Noble Team and most other characters belong to Bungie.

Nick, Amad and Ivan belong to Electronic Arts.


Chapter 1: Three Years before the Fall of Reach

May 14, 2549 16:30 Hours

Valre City, Drekk

Planet Piltran

Grey's ears were ringing and everything sounded muffled. His armor's shields were depleted and his helmet sat beside him. Grey groaned and raised his head up a little.

Troopers were running by him at a half-crouch, some shouting something at him. Falcons buzzed overhead, raining grenades and heavy machine gun fire down on the Hunters. Grey slowly looked to his right and his heart stopped. There lying among a small pile of rubble with blood leaking from his chest, was Blue Eight- Kyle Langley.

Grey heaved himself onto his stomach and crawled over to the dead army trooper. He reached out, grabbing his shoulder and shook him. "Kyle…" he didn't answer. Grey repeated his name in a low growl, shaking his dead friend fiercely. Kyle just stared back at Grey with lifeless, unblinking eyes.

Grey opened his eyes, snapping himself from the memory. He looked around. A sigh escaped his lips as he shook his head. Grey was sitting on a small hill near the coast. The sea air was warm and a gentle breeze rustled Grey's brown hair. The ocean waves quietly lapped at the sandy beaches. It was just another night on the besieged colony of Piltran.

The Covenant had attack ten days ago. The invasion had hit so hard and so fast that before the UNSC garrison could properly react, most of the Drekk peninsula had been overrun and its inhabitants wiped out.

After Drekk fell, the remaining UNSC forces had retreated to the Yonik peninsula. Once there they assisted in the rest of the evacuations but Yonik fell almost as fast as Drekk. To make matters worse, the Covenant had complete control of the space around the colony. No ship could get in, and no ship could get out because there were none left. Slowly the Covenant whittled down the UNSC until only a few Spartan teams, a company of army troopers and some ODSTs with a handful of vehicles remained. Stranded, the small force started fighting guerilla style. But now, their time was up. Everyone knew it.

The whole situation made Grey feel very tired. He had been inspired by Kurt Ambrose, a Spartan II, to be all he could be when they pulled him, Taylor and Delilah out of Beta Company right after training. Grey wanted to make a difference; he wanted to help people, protect colonies and proceed through the ranks. Two colonies later, none of those goals had been achieved. Grey had not been able to help people, he had not been able to save their colonies and ranking up was impossible when most of the senior officers were dead. He was endlessly tired of failure- of losing this war.

There was a snort beside Grey. He looked over to see ODST Gunnery Sergeant Nick Arnold, asleep with his head resting on Grey's shoulder. Drool trickled from his mouth and he snored loudly. Grey couldn't help but smile at his friend.

"If there's any Covenant nearby he'll expose our position…" said Taylor. Taylor was a fellow Spartan III and was Grey's closest companion. He was observing the Covenant outpost through the scope of his sniper rifle.

"We're fine." Grey assured him. "What time is it?" Taylor looked at the clock on his visor.

"23:00 hours; time to go back to camp." he stood up. "Coming?"

"No…I think I'll stay a little longer. I like it out here."

"Suit yourself. Here, take my rifle." Taylor handed Grey the sniper rifle. Grey nodded his thanks as his fellow Spartan disappeared into the darkness. He turned his attention to Nick, who was still fast asleep against his shoulders. Sleep seemed like a very good idea right then.

But not before long, Grey could hear someone's heavy footsteps approaching him and Nick. Whoever it was, they were on the same trail Taylor had taken. Grey didn't have his helmet on, and couldn't check his motion tracker. His hand went down to his hip, his hand resting on his pistol.

"Grey?" a familiar voice whispered. Grey turned to see Delilah standing before him. "Can I join you?" Grey took his hand of his pistol and patted the grass beside him. Delilah sat down, her armor clanking against his, which stirred Nick a bit. But the ODST remained asleep.

Grey smiled at Delilah. She took off her helmet, letting her short, dirty blonde hair cascade over her freckled face. He reached over, brushing her hair back. Delilah was smiling as Grey's fingers traced over her cheeks. "Hi."

"Hi." Grey reached down and curled his hand around Delilah's. "What're you doing out here?"

"Taylor said you were staying out here for a little while longer. I thought we could get some alone time…" Delilah peeked over at Nick. "I guess that's out of the question." She giggled. Grey smirked and leaned over, giving Delilah a quick kiss. Delilah smiled and rubbed his cheek. "What're you thinking about?"

"Huh?"

"You looked troubled…" Delilah leaned her head against his. "…so tell me what's wrong." Grey blinked a few times. How does she know? She always knows…He smiled inwardly, remembering what Nick had said. Nick's right, Delilah is going to make a perfect wife.

"It's about Kyle." Grey answered. Delilah's face was now filled with concern. She began to rub his hand. "He was just a kid." Grey felt like he was talking like an old man- he was only two years older than Kyle. Delilah was only a year older than their deceased squad mate.

"You two were close, I know you miss him."

"It was my fault. He was my responsibility, my partner…he trusted me and I let him down. I couldn't save him." Delilah crossed her arms and frowned.

"I know you feel guilty, but you can't do this to yourself. Every time something goes wrong, every time something bad happens in an op or to someone else you take responsibility." Grey started to protest but Delilah planted her hand over his mouth. "Please stop. I can't stand seeing you like this. There was absolutely nothing you could have done to help Kyle." Grey looked down a little and nodded.

Delilah sighed and took her hand off his mouth. She put it on his cheek, rubbing her thumb across. "Please?" Grey smiled.

"Okay." He said, but the smiled faded. "Can't help but think about his father too." Delilah inquired, and Grey explained that Kyle had told him a while back that he had lost his two brothers, his sister, and his mother to the Covenant. Grey couldn't imagine how his father was taking it.

"We'll write him a letter once we're off of this planet." Delilah suggested. Grey nodded and quickly looked at her when he analyzed her sentence. Delilah knew it too, and she looked down. "I don't like thinking like this but…"

Grey put his arm around Delilah, pulling her a little closer. "Do you think we'll get off of this planet?"

Grey had to admit, the chances of getting off Piltran seemed very slim. The planet basically belonged to the Covenant. Why the Covenant hadn't started glassing it yet, Grey didn't know. But he didn't want to worry Delilah any more than she was.

"Yeah, I think so." Delilah looked unconvinced but smiled and tucked her head under Grey's chin. They sat peacefully for a few minutes before he heard Albert's voice in his helmet comms. Grey put his helmet on.

"Blue Three, Blue Four, Blue Five this is Blue One, over."

"This is Blue Three, go ahead sir."

"We've just had a situation update- we have a shot of getting off of this planet. Return to basecamp ASAP, over." Delilah's face lit up. Grey smiled.

"Roger that, we're oscar-mike, out. See, what did I tell you?" Grey stood up, knocking Nick over. "Get up Nick, time to go." Nick, still half-asleep, started cursing and slowly gathering his things. Grey put the sniper rifle on his back and checked his DMR.

Delilah pulled Grey close before he could pull his helmet on. Grey looked down at her and Delilah smiled. He thought about making a joke, but Delilah cut him off with a long kiss. As they withdrew, Grey returned the kiss before Delilah could say something corny.

"Cute." Nick mumbled as he shuffled by them, tiredly holding his gear. The two Spartans smiled and put on their helmets and began walking after Nick. Delilah slipped her hand into his. Grey responded with a gentle squeeze.


I hope that was good enough. I just want to warn everyone that the next chapter is going to be the bios for Blue Team. I'm doing bios because I have a hard time describing characters in actual paragraph form. So in the bios I'll be giving you characteristics, armor configurations and other important info. Thanks for reading.