It was your first day as a Spartan, now working for the UNSC Naval Special Warfare Command. All those previous weeks of serious training had finally paid off, you had your own armor suit and was given a place on the UNSC Starship. After boarding the spacecraft, you were being led around by one of the crew members when you had bumped into another Spartan.

Master Chief, also known as John-117. You've heard about him, since he was referred to as being the best and most skilful. He was a Commando, so he was superior to you and practically a war veteran. He stopped when he noticed you, having to lean down a little as he inspected you and released a small chuckle of amusement.

"New Spartan? You're pretty tiny, even with the armor on."