I walked the hall for what seemed like an hour. I was still following the little red line that was guiding me to my cabins. It was getting slightly aggr-

A shrill high pitched scream burst into my ears and suddenly my body was slung sideways and into the wall. When I regained my ability to comprehend what was going on, I was being held against the wall by a tiny, 6' tall SPARTAN, even with her armor on. She had no helmet, and she had an emotion painted across her face between fear and anger. She slowly realized what she was doing and let go of me.

"I-I'm sorry, I just-I don't like when people touch me." she stuttered, obviously embarrassed at her outburst but quickly regaining her composure.

I looked down at my datapad and scrolled through my squad members, she in fact, was one of them. I looked down at the stats on her, her two mismatched black and violet eyes looking back at me. She was a scary figure to be seen, with a scar that started above her left eye and finishes off at the right of her chin. She had a defined face, pointed chin. her mouth seemed to always be drawn up in a half scowl because of her scar. Her name was Jasmine Forest, standing at a mere 5' 9", and weighing in at 136 pounds, or 62 kilos. Her hair ran down to the back of her knees, as of right now it must have been tucked down the back of her Infiltrator chestplate.

As I was looking at my datapad I would look back up at her every now and then, her eyes were cold, staring at me, determining...something. Her nicnkname might be explained a bit by this.

I finally addressed her, "Fallen?" I asked, knowing this was her, but still asking out of habit.

She stared at me and gave a small nod, looking me over. To look at my face she would have to look upwards, my 6' 6" form towering over her by an entire 6 inches. She finally stuck out her hand tentatively, seeming as if she really didn't want to.

I took it and shook lightly, not knowing what would happen were I to grip her hand. She seemed grateful of this.

"Well Fallen, I'm your fireteam leader, Sam. Or you can call me Ardent." I said, expecting her to be surprised that she was looking at her fireteam leader.

Instead she responded with, "I know"

It was my turn to be taken aback. Was I the only person that didn't know I was going to be a leader? I suppose so.

A voice startled me out of me thoughts, "by the way, when we aren't in the field you can call me Jasmine. Or by what most call me, Demon." she smiled a bit, almost unnoticeable but I saw it, she wasn't one for grand emotions I could see.

"Well Jasmine, nice to meet you, but I need to find my cabins, and then the rest of my fireteam on this godforsaken ship." I said with a chuckle

"I could help, I know my way to the cabins, and our HUD's are already synced, so i can show you to the team." She stated casually, I eagerly accepted her offer.

She walked away, gesturing to follow, and so, we were off.

Well guys, one down! This is Jasmine, nickname demon, callsign Fallen. That leaves four spots left! Ready set go!

Anyways, I'm having great fun writing this, and I hope you all are having a good time reading it. Have a good one y'all!

~TheLooneyBin~