Spartan 112, Captain Conners: A hardcore, tough, and seasoned Spartan. He's been in charge of numurous teams, but he prefered to not stay long enough with each team to avoid getting attached. Holds some secrets. In charge of Alpha BRAVO team.
Spartan 627, Private First Class Jason Beckett: A young, very smart Spartan. He is no idoit or stranger to battle, and had gone through many challenges in his young life. His best friend and mentor is Mason.
Spartan 188, Master Gunny Sergeant Mason Dulley: A Seaoned vetran of the Covenant wars. Was around when the USMC was fighting Insurectionists. He took a special liking to Jason, who reminded him of his son who was KIA in the Milipi Battle.
Spartan 334, Staff Sergeant Keegan Hesh: A smart sniper, transferred to Alpha BRAVO Team when the war began. He is very quiet, and dependable in battle. He is the silent observer, and one of the most calmest and trusted Spartans alive.
"Spartan 627! Get the Fuck DOWN!" Captain Conners yelled above the gunfire.
Jason ducked, rounds from a Covenant sniper narrowly missing him. He swore quietly under his breath.
"Jase, shut the fuck up before Capt. Hears you." Mason muttered darkly beside him. "Same mike dude, I can almost hear your freaking thoughts." He leaned out from the rock, shooting 6 clean shots to the snipers above the ridge.
Jason gritted his teeth. "Sometimes I hate you, Mase."
"Mason, create a diversion! Keegan, find a way above the ridge while me and Jason flank them!" Captain Conners spoke, the coms loud and clear.
"Got it Capt!" Keegan replied, his southern accent very prominent when he was preoccupied. "I can do that no prob!"
"Then get it the fuck done Sergeant!" Captain Conners snapped, returning fire. "Command, This is Captain Conners, Spartan 312, please respond! We are heavily outgunned and outmanned on HALO Ring Echo 56859, AKA HALO BETAA. We are trapped on the outter peninsula, on the northern side. Please Respond! Command, do you fucking copy?!"
Jason huffed, diving and making a roll to another rock. "Hey Mason, this isn't good." He shot, dropping a sniper. "Hell YEAH!" He whooped, ducking as rounds came his way.
"You idiot." Mason replied, a smirk on his face. "Capt, any reply?"
Captain Conners didn't reply, firing from his small outcropping of rocks. "Keegan, get the hell up there!"
Keegan slid into prone above their heads, sending small rocks falling near Conner's head. "Too goddam close Spartan!"
Keegan grunted in reply. "In position."
"Mason, go! Get there attention! Draw those bastards out into the open!"
Mason gave one nod, and took off in a sprint, running into the open, drawing the sniper's fire. "Come on you Covs! Show your big ugly asses!" He shouted, making a roll to evade an oncoming grenade.
The Kig-yar poked their spiked heads up, and picking up the speech from Mason, eagerly and stupidly ran down from their covered and protect positions.
"NOW!" Captain Conners yelled, firing his semi-automatic battle rifle with his lazer-pointed scope. He fired rapidly, dropping two of the Kig-yars, standing up as the other 4 dropped in their surprised tracks, Jason and Keegan reporting almost simutainously. "Cle-"
"Clear!"
"What is this, some type of choir?" Captain Conner growled. "Shut up you two, not a peep, thats a fucking order."
Keegan and Jason gave meek nods, and crouched down, Mason joining them.
"What now sir?" Mason asked quietly. "We are still 185 kilometers from the forward operating base. We certainly won't make that in one day on foot."
"No. ONI hasn't replied. Probably no signal. I'm not sure what to do about that, beside hope somehow this transmission reaches them somehow before we get desprate." Conners replied thoughtfully. "We can probably try to get a signal somewhere up the coast. Come on, Spartans. We will and can get through this."