Ever since the Director of Project Freelancer split up the Alpha, the Chairman of the UNSC decided that someone should keep an eye on him and sent Y/n L/n into his program to do it, but things didn't go as planned and he went MIA shortly after, atle...
Church and Tucker freeze at the inclusion of a third voice, knowing who the voice belongs to...
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(A/n: Yes, that's right, your special forces and replace the green with red or don't Idc... or you can change the color to what you want but keep the armor, thanks.) Y/n L/n the Red team's residential ass-kicker, tank, weapons and explosives expert. The duo slowly turn in his direction attempting to hide their fear.
Church: Hey, Y/n buddy, how are you?
Tucker: You're gonna beat our asses, aren't you?
Y/n: (loads hybrid rifle)
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Church: Can we at least get a 10-second head start?
Y/n: 5 Mississippi
Tucker: Well we still have 5 seconds left to run.
Y/n: 4 Mississippi
Tucker/Church: Ah Shit.../ Run for your Damn lives!
As Church and Tucker run for their lives Y/n turns towards the camera and chuckles, then proceeds to open fire upon the duo as they scream and try to dodge the oncoming bullets.
--Cut back to Grif and Simmons--
Grif: Talk about a waste of resources, I mean we should be out there finding new and intelligent forms of life and you know... fight them.
Simmons: Yeah, no shit. That's why they should put us in charge.
Sarge: Ladies, front, and center on the double.
Grif: Fuck!
Simmons: Yes, sir!
Grif and Simmons start approaching Sarge
Sarge: Hurry up, ladies! This ain't no ice cream social!
