Ω carter & six
Carter's head turned, brows shooting up instantly as his heterochromatic orbs met the woman's. He had been told he was the only survivor of the Noble Team, and was then shuffled off to train the newbies. Not once had he come across any sort of information that declared Rose-B312 alive. The sight of her now both mortified him and filled him with this sort of excitement and joy he never though he'd feel again.
He knew for sure that everyone else was gone - Emile, Jorge, Kat. Jun was off God knows where, and he wasn't about to start asking again. His first inquisition was met with no results, and he the second would be as fruitful if he had tried again.
Still - he wasn't alone. Rose was alive. He hadn't known her long - seen her passing as a kid in the hall, but he'd found something of a kindred spirit in her when they worked together. The stubborn lone-wolf nature was something both shared, though Carter had definitely felt more at home when there was company, as efficient as he was alone.
His mouth hung open, no sound emitting from his throat. Would he get in trouble for making contact with his past? The UNSC did a lot to hide him from others, to keep him from meeting anyone he knew before Reach. They painted him a war hero, a dead war hero, and he was supposed to stay one.
Damn consequences, he thought, and opened his mouth once more. "Six!"
