You and Jorge were always exact opposites. He was a massive, muscular giant. Intimidating to all that looks at him, and you were small, much more friendly looking. In reality Jorge was the sweetheart, and you were the temperamental. Jorge looked all intimidating and scary, but he was kind. Caring. You looked friendly, fun, but you were dangerous. The two of you clashed but made a perfect team. Deceiving your enemies, killing, winning battles. Today it was another one of those days, you and Jorge were on a mission with the other Spartans, and the two of you went off alone to clear an area.

"Ready?" Jorge asks, his voice deep, gruff from behind his helmet as he looked down at you, holding a gun out on his side. Once he saw your response he nodded, moving to stand behind you.

"Rip?" He growls, he voice becoming colder as he stood behind you, towering over you as he got ready to fight the enemies to clear the area you were supposed to.