A/N: So I have not written anything in probable years at this point but I had this idea and wanted to get it written down. For simplicities sake just envision that all characters are wearing MK VI armour unless it is specified.

"Hey"

"Yeah?"

"You ever wonder why we're here?" A blue soldier asked a fellow blue soldier, both clad in identical deep blue armour. The only differences between the two being the rifle in the questioning soldiers hands and him being a good half a foot taller than the man standing next to him.

"You know what Jones? I don't know when I signed up I was hoping to serve on a ship y'know only fighting on the brief time we landed." He let out a sigh and continued. "But the next thing I know, I'm shipped off to a canyon in the middle of bum fuck nowhere to fight a bunch of people in red armour. It's bullshit man."

There was a brief pause as the soldier with the weapon 'Jones' looked to his teammate with what could be assumed as a questioning glance under his helmet. "What? I meant why are we standing on the roof of the base when we could be grabbing lunch."

"Oh." Was the short reply from the shorter man.

"Seriously though Davis," Jones spoke up holstering his rifle. "Can we grab lunch? I slept in and skipped breakfast."

Davis turned to look at the canyon before them, "Dude, normally I wouldn't give a fuck, but Command is dropping off a rookie today and I'd rather them seeing us working. Lest they replace us with people who are actually competent."

"I thought you said you didn't want to be here."

"Yeah, I know what I said, but that was before I found out I do less work here than on a ship. I don't even need to clean my weapon or run drills because I am the CO." He said the last bit with a rare amount of joy.

Jones just sighed, "Right you are sir."

Near to the Blue base on a cliff were two soldiers observing them using a sniper rifle. One clad in peach coloured armour while the other in standard issue red. The peach coloured soldier spoke up. "What are they doing?"

"What?"

"I said what are they doing now?" The peach soldier clarified staring at the red trooper holding the rifle.

"Jesus, I am getting sick of that damn question." He said lowering the rifle looking to the other.

"Hey, it's not my fault I can't see a thing. Our platoon only got one sniper and obviously Gray decided to give it to you."

The red soldier looked towards him threateningly, "And what the hell does that mean?"

"Nothing at all Gomez," he defended as he raised his hands and started backing up.

Gomez sighed and turned back to the blues. "They are just talking, Miller." He spoke the other soldiers name with such venom. "That is all they ever do! That's what they were doing last week, that's what they were doing when you asked me five minuets ago. So five minuets from now, if you ask me what are they doing my answer will be to hit you over the head with this fucking rifle and you can walk to base."

A momentary silence passed. "What are they talking about?"

"You know what? That's it! Come here!"

Back to the blue base, and the two identical soldiers were bickering.

"All I'm sayin' is -" Davis started before he cut himself off raising a hand to the air. "You hear that?"

"Is it a screaming high pitched whistling sound followed by a series of random clicks?" Jones asked.

Davis looked at him curiously, "No it sounds like- wait. Can you hear a high pitched whistling sound followed by a series of random clicks?"

The taller man shook his head "No, just trying to be helpful"

Davis sighed and rolled his eyes under his helmet, and continued. "Sounds like jet engines." He clarified and withdrew his pistol, "look alive, rookie is here."

Jones let out an exasperated sigh "Finally!"

Davis started walking towards the back of the base as a drop ship came to land. Speaking over the radio so Jones could hear him over the engines. "Come on let's get this over with."

…..

"Oh shit." Gomez spoke looking through his scope.

"What is it?" Miller quested walking towards his red teammate.

"What do you mean 'what is it?'" He pointed to the ship landing. "You don't need a rifle to see that big fucking thing. The blues are getting a delivery, it could be a nuke, or anthrax or a whole new squad."

Miller stood next to Gomez for a better view of the ship. "It could be a normal supply drop, they use the same ships as we do. I doubt their command is stupid enough to trust people like that with a nuke."

Gomez just sighed. "Fine but if that is a fuckin' nuke then as that thing detonates I will be laughing saying 'I told you so'.

Just as quick as the ship landed it took off leaving a singular soldier in its place dressed in cyan armour. Staring at the two blue soldiers before them a rifle on their back and a bag in their hand. Davis spoke up, "Welcome to blue base rookie. That's Jones, I'm Davis just do what I say and we can get through this tour without any bullshit.. What's your name?"

The 'rookie' put their bag on the ground as they took in their surroundings silently. Before Jones interrupted them by waving his hand, "Helloooo? Anyone in there? He asked you a question."

"Moore," a female voice came from the cyan helmet. "Captain Moore, I am your new CO"

Davis stared blankly at the new arrival. "Fuck."