Linda meticulously cleaned her custom sniper rifle, Normfang. Her helmet sat beside her. She preferred fresh air while maintaining her gear. The Human-Covenant war ended, but for Blue Team, there was always another mission. She disliked the thought of life after the need for Spartans. A soldier greeted her; she nodded in return. She didn’t care for idle chatter. She thought of John, declared MIA after the battle of the Ark. She hoped he was only missing. She heard someone approaching and looked up, expression blank. “Do you need something?”