A/N: This is an experimental chapter of you flashback to your time with Nobel team. Let me know if you like, and I'll do more in future chapters
Fumirole April 20, 2552
Y/N: It's a suicide mission
Emile: Do you have a better idea?
Y/N: No, I don't, but the risk I don't know
You were in the weight room lifting weights with Emile and Jorge
Jorge: I understand your concerns, Y/N, but we need to do this
Y/N: I get you, Jorge; it's just what if something goes wrong?
Emile: Worried about your girlfriend eyy Y/N
You dropped your weights and began to storm over towards Emile before Jorge stopped you by putting a hand on your chest
Jorge: Easy, Y/N; he's trying to get the better of you
You huffed, leaving the exercise room as Jorge frowned at Emile; you headed for the shooting range where Jun was
Y/N: Eyes up Sniper
Jun: Hey Y/N, come to join me, huh, sharpen your shooting skills?
Y/N: Might be why I'm afraid I'm going to beat you again?
Jun: Okay, Head Hunter, you on
You grabbed a sniper and began to shoot down the range with Jun
Jun: So I'm curious: When you were a Head Hunter, did you ever go up against any snipers at all?
Y/N: About 35% of the time, most never saw me coming, of course
Jun: Then they weren't snipers; they were
Y/N: Talking too much like a particular Spartan I know
Jun chuckled before he aimed his sniper and shot down one of your targets as revenge for the joke
Y/N: Okay, now you're just being petty
Jun: I don't know what you're talking about, Y/N, but you know I would shoot you before you could get me, right?
Y/N: No, you'd fire a warning shot at me and do a long speech about how this is morally bad for me to kill you only to realize you've been talking to a decoy and I'm behind you with a knife to your throat
Jun: Damn, Y/N, your cold-blooded, you know that, right?
Y/N: Jun, I'm only fucking with you, and if I had to kill any of Nobel Team, I would make it quick and painless
Jun came from his shoot ally, as did you; he had a slightly worried look on his face
Jun: Would you really do it, Y/N? Would you really kill one of us?
Y/N: Depends. I mean, we both know Good Soldiers Follow Orders. I'm joking, Jun, but we both know if I were to kill one of you, it would be Emile
Jun laughed as you gave each other a bro hug; with that, you headed inside, where Valkyrie and Carter were talking an attack plan against the Covenant.
Valkyrie: It's risky, sir
Carter: I know, but if we take down that cruiser, then Fumirole will be safe; we need to do this
Y/N: And what if one of us dies doing this mission, Sir?
You asked as you walked. Carter looked up to you with a stoic expression
Carter: Are you worried, Y/N?
Y/N: For me, sir? No, but for all of you, this team is not my team anymore. I see you more as a family, if I'm honest, sir.
Carter: Then tell ne, what would you do if you lost us?
Y/N: I'd raise hell like no other. I'd make whoever did it pay tenfold, sir
Carter nodded as you returned to your room, where Kat was waiting.
Kat: I heard Emilie pissed you off again
Y/N: He's like the little brother you have that you hate but deep down love, too.
Kat ran a hand through your hair and kissed you deeply on the lips with a slight giggle.
Kat: You know he does care for you more than you will ever know, right? He looks up to you. He wants to make you proud; like you said, he's the little brother, and he wants to do whatever he can to make you proud and annoy you at the same time.
In response, you kissed Kat back, wrapping your arms around your waist; she rubbed your beard
Kat: My man needs a shave before the mission
Y/N: Can't we do it after the mission?
Kat: Nope doing it now~
Fumirole April 22, 2552
Kat was running through the battlefield, bomb in one hand, pistol in the other. She tapped some buttons as the bomb was armed with a 5-minute timer
Kat: The Bomb is armed; clear a path for me, Nobel Team!
She yelled over the comms; looking up, she saw her target, the covenant cruiser. As she ran, bullets and energy bolts flew by her, and the sound of a heavy machine drowned out the yelling around her.
Jorge: Go, Kat, we can provide covering fire!
As a zealot ran for Kat with an energy sword in hand, she saw you jump and stab him in the head before grabbing said energy sword and cutting down some more elites; as an explosion went off, Emile gave the all-clear for Kat.
Emile: Get going Kat, we go this!
As she kept running above her high in the sky, she flew banshees as another elite tried to sneak up on her. He was stabbed by Carter.
Carter: Hurry, Kat, the bomb doesn't have much time left!
Carter was right; 3:30 was the time that read on the bomb. More soldiers followed Kat to provide covering fire as a zealot jumped onto a car to shoot Kat; he was sniped by Jun.
Jun: Bomb another one for me, Kat; you're all clear from here; go for it!
Kat kept running as the enemy began to thin out until a banshee flew by and fired a blast at her feet, sending her flying and doing a few flips before she was sent sprawling to the floor. She crashed down hard; her helmet was cracked, she couldn't move for the life of her; the comms crackled to life.
Carter: Kat is down. I repeat, the bomb is down!
Y/N: I'm on it!
You were the first to reach Kat; she weakly looked at you before turning her head to the bomb she called for you.
Kat: Y/N, not enough time too late. I'm sorry
You didn't respond; instead, picking up the bomb, Kat began to panic; she couldn't move and saw the love of her life grab the bomb without hesitation.
Kat: Y/N! Y/N!
You activated your jetpack and began to fly toward the cruiser, your eyes solely focused on the ship
Carter: Six, Six; mind telling me what the hell you're doing?
Y/N: Finishing the fight, sir
Going into the ship, gravity lift, you ran through the halls. The sound of your heavy footsteps and the beeping of the bomb was your only company; your radio couldn't be heard in the ship. You soon found the hanger looking over; you saw legions of ships and covenant with the beeping getting louder; you threw the bomb and ran like hell you know you weren't getting out.
Present day
You jerked up in your bed in a cold sweat. You saw the time 2:45 a.m. Getting up, you walked down the steps and, poured yourself a glass of whisky, and tried to steady your nerves
Nick: I'll take some, too
You looked to see Nick wearing one of your shirts and nothing else. It was big on him, pouring him a glass; he sat next to you.
Nick: You want to talk about it?
Y/N: Not really Nick
Nick: You want to fuck?
Y/N: Heh, sure~