Guess who has some free time and an unscratchable itch for a halo fic, don't expect frequent updates as this has taken about 1258 minutes - MBG

p.s. I'd also like to give a shoutout to kilroactual117 for being an amazing help with this, not only a beta but just helping with this in general, I suggest you read his fics and check him out, he has some amazing stories too, thank you, for all your help.

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Wording failures:

1: (glancing shit to the helmet, the left side...) [extra "S"]

2: (it took leet a few seconds…) [leet is an old meme, let's not bring it back]

I would like to state that this fic takes place between Halo's 4 5, the armours are in production, a few are out, but spartan abilities, as bullshit as they were, barely make an appearance in this fic.

Also, this fic is a loose-second person fic, while I will be stating things the protagonist might not already know, I won't explain things they'd have no clue about.

"They." As in, more than one? Naw.

Armada, North AlderWood, 2563, 20:34

Rifleman CORP. Lee, 19th Shock Troops Battalion.

Two hours after drop.

As the dark grasp of night clawed its fingers into the northern side of the planet, subjecting the UNSC task force to the horror of the night, along with a foreboding and obscuring mist, one thought plagued Corporal lee's mind, refusing to leave unless addressed:

why even bother making plans? It all goes to shit it's not li-

Lee's mind promptly stomped rambling. As every member of the five-hundred-man task force became tense, weapons up, facing forward, Lee did the same. His M395 Designated Marksman Rifle or DMR flew up from his previously relaxed stance.

Lee, like all ODST Troopers, had customized his weapon. On the right side of the stock was a bleeding love heart with a grey skull fitting in the center. Printed in block capitals read ' T' or 'Skull Heart', taken from Lee's favorite childhood game. This was irrelevant as it wouldn't save him from the approaching enemy. He aimed the weapon towards the pitch-black mist, and the shadows of what seemed like ninety imposing figures slowly marching towards them.

The lieutenant, who was a blonde woman by the name of Impoget. The irony was not lost on the other troopers, who referred to her as IMP, an ode to her hellish personality. Jax had witnessed that firsthand after handing her a cloth wrapped folder that carried a lot of bad omens.

She held her hand up in a fist, and many of the troopers halted, while a few took point. Lee wondered why for a second, then saw the same thing on his HUD that Impoget must've saw on her Wrist mounted TACPAD. Blue dots, blinking where the figures were, started to come out the mist. Upon closer examination Lee saw their green outlines.

They didn't look human, they looked-... A Marine to the left of Lee voiced Lee's thoughts exactly.

"Holy shit is that a Spartan?" Gasped the marine.

Lee could feel it in the air. Many of the force had lowered their weapons, a few dropped them in awe. The moral of the task force had boosted with the arrival of so many merciless killing machines.

Lee holstered his DMR on his back and reached for Jack's Magnum off his thigh. He had looted the Magnum from Jack's corpse; a few minutes after the drop. Lee had run out of ammo on his own Magnum, and figured picking one up was better than scouring a corpse for ammo. The weapon was easier to carry around, and lighter too.

Jax had originally arrived at the rendezvous with a ragtag group he had come across after the drop. Compromising of three members from his squad, two other ODSTs he had happened upon, one he had been partnered with on a previous OP. Five Alderwood police officers, who were currently at the back of the task force, and a lot of Marines, which he probably wouldn't see again.

While Lt. IMP nutface was talking to the Spartan task force leader the other Spartans joined the main task force, presumably under instructions through their in-helm radio military secret radio channel. I would kill for one of those, thought Lee, I could mute Martinez every time he opens his damn mouth. At least the Spartans have shut him up, but not for long though.

Martinez always talked, and never stopped, after joining the Navy from a young age, Martinez had ended up realizing he had no privacy, and often talked for ages on end as a result. Lee found it ironic. Lee made it no secret he liked to be alone, however he was about to be stuck with company he couldn't refuse.

A Spartan made its way to him. Lee stood in awe of the six or seven-foot beast. The Iconic helmet intimidated him… VIPER. The singular eye embedded in the visor, and the little antenna? On the back, imposing and unapologetic. Lee heard these ones were good, and hellish; They were the fastest but were extremely aggressive, little patience.

Lee took the sight in. Down from the helmet was a spartan grade chest plate which looked like it had little wings on the back. The right shoulder was equipped with a guard, flat, but around the side of the arm. While the left used a slightly more rounded shoulder plate. The Spartan's legs were covered by Bulky square armour, which reminded Lee of a cargo train, and its forearms had been dressed in what Lee's would describe as sleek armour.

The pitch black colour of its armour followed by the Dark blue stripes made it an imposing figure to have approach you. Lee understood this in detail.

The Spartan required one thing of Lee. "Name? Rank?" it spoke in a filtered voice. It took Lee a few seconds to realize it was talking to him,

"Corporal Lee Sir!" he responded enthusiastically

His voice faltered. Lee was sure he could hear Martinez sniggering behind him. The fucking cuntwaffle is probably loving this. Lee, however, couldn't voice his thoughts.

The Spartan paused before talking again,

"Full name, I like to know who I'm working with" It said in an impatient tone

This did not bode well or do anything to calm Lee; I'm supposed to be free falling from space for a living not talking to massive death robots. He thought exasperatedly.

"Oh, the name is, Jax"
Jax was extremely scared, and could barely get his words out.

"Good, you're the one. Come with me. Command wants us to recon the area near our objective." The Spartan pointed over its shoulder at the lead Spartan in conversation with IMP. Paused, shook its head then continued.

"I hope you know how to use that thing," it said, pointing to Jax's DMR, this is going to be recon and eliminate OP. I don't want to be kissing lips with any covies."
The Spartan proceeded to walk away leaving a somewhat scared Jax to race up to it.

"we're going to have to be quiet. Put a suppressor on that thing," The Spartan said as it pointed to Jax's DMR, "we're going on foot. Follow me."

The Spartan muttered under its breath, Jax was just close enough to hear it, "This fucking plan, they never work."

Lee was grateful for the confidence boost.