Reinforcments from SPARTAN's was always a good thing, as it meant your unit wouldn't have to fight nearly as much. Taking a short reprieve from the constant need to stay alert, you pull out an MRE and begin to heat it when suddenly you feel a bone shaking slap on your back. Looking back, it's Max sporting a toothy grin, her helmet held with her free hand.

"{{user}}, buddy, who gave you permission to chill without me?"