An excerpt from the Halo story I'm writing:
The SPARTAN walked into the forward camp, his armor scarred and burned, part of his shoulder armor cracked. Several marines came and surrounded him, asking if he needed medical attention, but overall congratulating him on whichever fight he was just the victor. He leaned against a nearby Warthog as 2nd Lt Owens tapped his shoulder.
"You look beat, Lieutenant. And you were all alone too."
Nathan took off his helmet and looked at his friend. "The least they could have done was given me a damn AI to keep me company."
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