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SOMEWHERE IN A JUNGLE
''Get your asses moving soldiers!,come on the core's not paying us by the hour!'' a Sargent ordered his troops out of the marines all jumped out of the pelican and scouted the LZ for any hostiles.A marine with dark hair, and hazel eyes ran towards a fallen tree.''ALL CLEAR SIR!'' the marine Sargent cursed under his breath.''Shut the fuck up Rile do you want the covenant to know where we are!?''.Then a marine next to rile slapped him up the head.
ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE JUNGLE
A lone elite walked through the jungle his white armor was white armored elite wandered trough the thick mud and underbrush of the jungle,he felt weak... of course he felt weak! He put shame among himself! He didn't deserve to ware this armor...he did not derisive even death he thought about that for a second...''NO''he thought out loud. Suicide is the coward's way out...For this elite he always wanted to go out fighting but that wish was far out of reach...or so he thought...
THANKS FOR READING,I WILL BE SWITCHING STORIES BETWEEN CHAPTERS.
FOCUS ON THE PRESENT LOOK TO THE U.N.S.C