The peircing sound of a unsc frag grenade is still ringing off in my ears. Three shots burst out from my DMR and strike three enemy soldiers in the head. I'm hardly thinking and I start to get cocky for a moment. All of a sudden I hear a voice...
"Nice work, rookie..." "Power down the training simulation."
"Sir, you did not allow me to finish."
"Precisely, had I not ended you'd have been unaware of the snipers. You would have failed"
I look at him with intense hatred. Del Rio, the jerk born with a silver spoon... up his ass. I can't believe this, I thought I was doing well.
"Head back to you quarters, soldier." "I have no need for you here"
"Sir." I pause then turn and walk away.
Later that night I sit in my quarters cleaning my DMR. This gets boring after a while, it's almost unbearable. It feels like I have no place at all. I've accepted that all I am is an expendable soldier, but for some reason I still feel like a puppet... I put my dmr on my back and head into the mess hall.
"Your late as usual, Noxy." His ebony hair glistens as he shoots a grin. "Of course I expect no more from a noob like yourself."
"Shut up, Dax." I playfully push him on the shoulder.
"I was only joking, Nox. Don't get yourself in a bad mood, the night has only just begun.
"Where are the others?"
"I think they got called to the bridge by Del Rio..."
"My mood just got ruined..."
My squad consists of myself (the hot-headed leader), Dax (the intellegence and covenant tech expert), Brixan (the trouble-making heavy weapons expert), and O'hara a.k.a Oxy (the rebellious sniper). That worries me a bit. O'hara and Brixan, the trouble makers... I have a bad feeling...