You wake up fresh at 8 in the morning, but something isn't right. You're clad in Red Armour, and you hear a man with a somewhat high-pitched voice banging on your door

Simmons: Hey, rookie! Get up! Sarge wants us to do our training! Grif walks past your room Grif: ugh, I don't want to do training! Sarge: Well, you've gotta do it to be fit enough to take the fight to those FILTHY BLUES! Lopez: (distantly) Repararé el Warthog cuando regreses. Donut runs by, not speaking