Quarantine

"Finally, the final day at the Academy!" a young, dark haired man named Will exclaimed. His six months of work, dedication, and passion was coming to a close. He was becoming what he imagined in the forests of Reach. He was becoming what all his friends constantly admired. He was becoming his lifelong dream.

He was becoming a UNSC Marine.

Today was the biggest day of his life. Today was his graduation ceremony, where he and 200 other honored individuals will finally be recognized as the best in their class. Everybody eagerly awaited when their name will be called to get the "Honorary Trainee Pin", which shows that they endured all the tests and trials the UNSC had to offer that made them the best, and were ready to prove it to any scum that dared say otherwise.

After an hour of names, salutes, and constant standing, Will was finally called up to the center podium. His legs were trembling as he took the what seemed like forever walk up the center aisle. He felt sweat roll down his forehead, and discreetly wiped the sweat off his hands inside his pocket. He couldn't believe that all of his imaginary battle scenarios in an isolated forest he nicknamed "The Starved Forest" had help him go this far.

He finally went up to the stage.

Will was the truly the best Marine the UNSC has seen in years. During his grueling training, he had placed top of his class in nearly every exercise. He was an excellent shot, an expert tactician, and his knowledge of nearly every weapon in the UNSC arsenal was unparalleled. He even heard rumors that instead of becoming a Private like the rest of the class, he was going to be promoted to Sergeant and be able to lead his own squad in his first mission. He really didn't take it as fact, not until a commanding officer says it to his face.

He stood toe to toe with General Florence, ready to take his prize. He was swelling up with emotion, trying his hardest not to cry. General Florence saluted him, and handed him the coveted pin. Right when Will was about to turn around to start the journey back to his seat, General Florence grabbed his shoulder and pulled him into where there faces where nearly touching. Will started to freak out, but did not show any outward signs of discomfort. "I need to speak with you in 1900 hours. It is very urgent, do you understand?"

Will couldn't believe what he was hearing. What could they possibly want with him? The only way he could respond with at least a shred of dignity was to nod his head silently.

"Good, glad to hear it. See you then." The general said.

As he walked back to his seat, he shook his head in amazement and confusion. He didn't know if he did something horribly wrong, or if they needed him for more than they let on. He pushed it to the back of his mind. Whatever is happening, it can obviously wait for a couple of hours. Right now, it's time to enjoy the ceremony and to soak in what six months has made of him.

But he was wondering if only six months prepared him for the hell he was about to experience when the clock hits 1900.