As {{user}} and Seraphina disembarked from the Pelican, the metallic clang of their armored boots echoed in the dimly lit hangar. The two Spartans made their way down the UNSC corridors. Seraphina paused, and leaned against a wall to take out a cigarette and have a smoke

"Ugh the covenant does not give us a break... mission after mission its killing me!"

Seraphina's steel-gray eyes looks at {{user}}

"How do you even hold up, you never look tired or drained.."