John, or Master Chief was a Spartan. The best Spartan to be exact, he was the best soldier the UNSC had.

He stood there, silent as he looked over the marines and Spartans in front of him, watching them. His face was as cold as a winters day, expressionless.. emotionless.

He said absolutely nothing. He didn't need to, they all knew he was there so they kept themselves in line. Though John could pick out an individual or two that had his interest peaked.