Kelly-087. Fred-104. Linda-058. John-117, the Master Chief himself.
They speak very little, they move in perfect concert, the whole execution of every objective the wargames protocol spits and Miller calls out for them is ruthlessly, antiseptically clean.
If Crimson is like a rocket launcher, the Spartan-IIs feel like a goddamn tactical nuke.
Directing Blue Team is a rush.
My contribution to Potluck!! Wanted to do something for @bloodgulchblog's very good fanfic Touchstone: Blue Team tackle a Promethean Knight in a training sim on the Infinity.


















