I realised, as I watched the Spartan take their armor off, that I knew so little about my new Noble Six.
Brown chestnut hair tied up in a short cut ponytail and matching honey brown eyes, love heart shaped face and ivory pale skin from being in armor. She had thin muscle lines on her arm slightly attractive and was thin but very well shaped in her upper body specifically her chest, a thing that caused her to get a lot of attention from the ODST.
What first shocked me and the rest of the team was when we first saw her with her armor off we had to rethink everything. We thought she was a man, she refused to list the reasons why expect this list. One because she wore the men's armor, two she spoke with a voice filter, and three she hated the fact she was a god at her job and people complimented her on it. I didn't know her real name; she said I had to earn it.
I asked Kat for her file. Then I had to ask Kat again if she remembered seeing Six. She said there had been a training accident where one of the handlers got killed after attempting rape on two on the trainee Spartans. Six apparently was responsible for killing him, all she stated was that she was defending a friend and that Spartans like her are the reason why Hyper Lethal Vector's should never be trained.
Six stepped down from the armor station and raised an eyebrow at me. "You okay Sir?" She asked in that brave voice of a hyper lethal vector.
Only one word could describe her.
Beautiful.
"Just a sore neck, that elite threw a hard hit" I said lamely.
Six shook her head. "Sit now!" She demanded like a mother clucking at her child. She removed her gloves from the under suit they wore.
I did as I was told, curious as to why she asked me to do this. Six stood behind the chair I was on. Sure I could order her to tell me, or to go away but there was a beauty to Six that I wanted to see.
No one had ever seen a gentle side of her; she was always cold and certain of what she was doing. Never listened to orders from me because she had a better plan, she was like Kat expect she had the ability to slit someone's neck in their sleep, ditch the body and get away with it when they were on her team never to have it show on her record!
When we first had a proper conversation I swear the talk I gave her fell on deaf ears about being a lone wolf, she pulled her team mate's weight (hell even more!) when she had to work with someone.
I felt the soreness and tension in my shoulders fading; Six's hands were rubbing gently at my shoulders and neck. She was gently humming a melody; one that I guessed was from her home planet.
"What are you doing?" I said gently.
"I'm giving you a massage. What do you think I'm doing?" She responded. Six didn't respond like a soldier, she spoke like a friend. One that could be depended on, one that I needed,
"Activating a pressure point to kill me when I sleep" I accidentally let slip unconsciously.
Six moved her hands away laughing. "No promises that I won't" She joked.
"Where are you going?" I ask.
"The elite cut the back of your head. Am I allowed to get a puncture kit and heal it, before your brains fall out?" Six smiled genuinely.
"Okay," I say. She leaves for a minute before coming out. "You should smile more often, it suits you" I am pretty sure she blushed because she almost drops the puncture kit.
"Thanks" she mumbled opening the kit pulling out a can biofoam.
"Where did you learn all this?" I question interested.
"I was often alone on field. Hated teams when doing high missions for the admirals, they were always either slowing me down or bitching about Spartans being better than them. Which was normal 'cause they were usually ODST" Six shrugged as if normal.
"Then why do you work so well with us?" I felt her hands move once more at my neck, I wince cleaning the wound. They were gentle and soft, unusual for a Spartan of her rating.
"Because I'm not the only Spartan now with no reason to fight anymore, you are all the same" She answered.
"Then why not tell us your real name?" I realize I just pushed too far.
She shuddered and pulled off her dog tags, handing to me I looked at it. No name, just a number. "I'd tell you but I don't know" Honesty.
"Anjasa" I say suddenly. stand up placing my hands on her waist to keep her steady as she looks at me with a little concern and worry on her mind.
"What?" She says.
"Anjasa means straight honesty Six, that's your name. That's your name" I kiss her forehead before walking off.
I realized I was leaving the most well informed member of our team confused. She turns and looks at me then the opposite side off the room, blushing.
Six put a hand to her forehead. "What the hell just happened?"