Tried to update quickly. I really did, so I'm hoping that this wasn't too late or anything. Enjoy ;) Six is such a flirt.
He stared at the ceiling. He really should get dressed. He had a training exercise in thirty minutes and even if he could get into armor and make it to the practice field in roughly seven minutes, he really did have to get dressed. He groaned, he felt so un motivate today. And there was a good reason too. He was not looking forward to the extra classes he had to teach for Command since he set up that damnable dance for Kat. He also currently hated Lima company for having such horrible shots.
Kat was currently his main priority. He needed desperately to figure out if this was just gonna be a flirt thing, a fling, or what. It annoyed him to no end to watch her saunter down the hallway in her armor, the metal somehow defining every curve, bulge and asset of that dam woman. Six glared at the light bulb in the fan.
She was such a pain, really, she would pout when he said something, and other times, she would laugh and a light pink dusting would appear on her cheeks. He groaned. Dam Dr. Hasley. Dam her for not being able to completely suppress human sexuality emotions. And Dam her for making the Spartan project so…low.
He used to have a friend in training. His name was Michael, he had brown hair and blue eyes and he had a crush on one of the girls in formation. He believed her number was…463… or maybe 460 he couldn't remember. She had blonde hair, pretty girl, but she never had enough… flare for him. Sure, his mind was filled with combat strategies 90% of the time, but he was still a male. He groaned again, his thoughts snapping back to reality.
He got up and stared at his armor. The metal returned his glaze as he met the faceplate. He sighed as his thoughts turned to the war effort. It was a long battle. One that he honestly didn't see the end to. He was taught that every enemy had a weakness and every man their faults. But that was for both sides. Thousands, that how many he had killed, Covenant, rebels before it started. But the majority was Covenant.
There was a line, he supposed, that he would never cross. He had heard of men, good men, that went through tragedies, squad mates dead by alien hands, wives or lovers dead in combat. And they were good men, he had met a few, they had good morals, they followed orders, they loved their country, they loved their people. But then, once it happened…he often found that they'd try to change themselves. As if changing themselves would undo the past and maybe change something. Bring back a squad mate, or a lover, or a wife.
He stared into space, the clock rung, he was late.
"For every man, there is a weakness, for every enemy, there is an opening, and for every document there is a loophole." He muttered the words under his breath.
But he couldn't find the opening. He couldn't find the weak point. He felt as if he was punching a brick wall that would continuously rebuild itself. As if God himself was trying to make an enemy that he couldn't defeat. He knew he couldn't win. It showed in every statistic. No matter the numbers he killed, no matter the ammunition count, he couldn't seem to get back those lives that were lost.
He felt hot water on his eyes and at first though that the ceiling was cracked. Then he realized her was crying. He sucked in a breath. He never felt so hopeless in his life. He couldn't win, he couldn't find an opening. He couldn't save anyone. He could do anything.
A faint wind fell on his shoulder, he instantly grasped it but found thin air where it should be. He stood and wiped away his tears. He punched himself for his stupidity. His jaw cracked. He stiffened the tensing response and instead laughed. He felt the tears burn at the back of his eyes. He couldn't give up, not with his burden. He was a selfish bastard, to even think of giving up and leaving all the hopes and dreams he had carried this far on the ground. Grey…Juliet…..Mason…Eric…..Connor….He clenched his fist and slammed it into his wall.
The memories were on him before he could push them back.
It was Grey's death. Six rushed forward, his black and blue armor hit the ground by his friend. Hi hand grasped the gold arm that belonged to the best Spartan he knew. Grey's faceplate was cracked, a plasma bolt piercing the shield and burning out the thick plate. He yelled that it would be okay, they could patch him up at Command. He could be whole again. He could still be part of the team. Grey shook his head. Then he died. Six cried. He cried again. He remembered Grey's final words, 'When all is lost and you have no faith, always remember that your friends, you comrades and even me, Where still pushing you forward. Always have hope, even in the face of death itself. And when it smiles at you. Face it and smile right-' "Back." Six finished for him.
There was a knock on the door. Kat came in. Of course Carter would send her, then again, only Kat had seen him, and she was about to see a whole new side to him. He grunted his thanks as she shut the door behind her.
"Thanks Kat…I was coming… just got caught up in a memory…"Six muttered.
"What was it about?" Kat asked, she sat down on the bed and patted the space next to her. Six took it after a moment and laid back in his bed. Kat observed the Spartan, loose jeans were the only thing he had on. She noted the contraction and movement of his abs, the large breaths he was taking. He was remembering something painful. She knew that well enough from her own experiences, and so did every Spartan.
"My old team." Six answered as he stared at the bed frame. "Grey, Juliet, Mason, Eric, Connor….." Six's voice cracked at each name.
"It's fine if you don't want to." Kat started.
"No, it's fine, I was thinking about my team leader…Grey, he died In my arms, plasma bolt in the eye, another burnt through his back. He told me….. When all faith is lost, always that your friends and comrades are still pushing you forward. And always have hope even when you're in death's embrace."
"Wise advice, he sounded like a good man." Kat nodded.
"He was…I miss him a lot." Six said.
"Was he something more than a friend or a leader?" Kat asked, sensing something there Six wasn't telling her. It wasn't serious like romance, but… something a little more than just friends or best friends.
Six sighed nad ran his fingers through his sandy hair, "Grey was my older brother. They took up both at the program, we were allowed to stay in the same battalion, actually the same company and squad simply because we both were so competitive." Six smiled a bit, "I remember this one time on the obstacle course we tackled each other into the goal post. We got forced to do pushups until the next day."
Kat smiled, "I wished I'd met him. He seemed like a cute guy."
Six snorted, "We had the same looks although he had black hair to mine. We'd sometimes switch name tags and swap classes. The only thing that gave us away was our smirk. His always seemed a bit to the left and mine the opposite."
"So if he was here I'd have to deal with two of you?" Kat asked.
Six stared to criticize her, then realized she was trying to speak fondly of him. "Hey just imagine, then you'd have to decide on which insanely hot guy to choose." Six teased.
"Hey, don't talk of the dead! He's your brother!"
"Never said he wouldn't enjoy this chat" Six smirked.
"SIX!" Kat snapped, "come on! You need to go to training!"
Six groaned and sat up, "Nooooooo, I'm unmotivated and I'll suck~!"
Kat groaned, "Do you want some motivation?" She asked after a minute, a smile on her face.
Six's eyebrow's raised and he smirked, "Oh I'd love some."
Kat smiled and she rolled on top of him. He interrupted her as she leaned in. "You know, I thought that you were saving this for the dance."
Kat smiled and kissed his lips quickly before jumping up and striding out of the room. Six cursed himself for being observant before her quickly ran out to dress in his armor. He arrived thirty minutes late, getting a quick scolding from Carter before they performed basic drills. Six had never drilled so hard in his life. He even threw Jorge over the practice wall, plus an extra five feet which was a new record.
Kat smiled in her helmet. She could almost feel the frustration rolling off Six, along with Carter, Emilie and Jorge. June however was oblivious as he practiced proper sniper rifle cycling and modifying. Six could swear he could already assemble three sniper rifles with his eyes closed, but Jun insisted.
Six scowled in his helmet, his rage could be clearly felt by everyone, "Carter, I'm taking a break before I kill someone."
"Gran-" Carter started, "I wasn't asking sir." Six snapped as he stormed out of the room, storm clouds and all.
As soon as he did everyone turned to Kat and said, "What did you do?"
