Emile was...to say he was excited was an understatement. He was positively bursting with anticipation to be selected for Noble Team. Sure, he'd never heard of it before, but it was Block Ops. Who had? There were other Spartans on the team - Carter, even.
He remembered Carter well from training, as the only other Alpha Company recruit over the age of six. Carter was a born leader; they'd known it even then. And the chance to serve under him, to be on a real team with real Spartans who were trained for this, who didn't fuck up at every possible opportunity--
Yeah. He was looking forward to it, all right.
Now if only he could complete the initiation ceremony.
"Call on meeee~ Call on me!"
Sinuously, his rock-hard abs fluctuated in time to the music. His shorts (ridiculously tight on him, as it was so difficult to find clothes that would fit Spartans) were nearly ready to burst at the seams, but he wouldn't let up, not until the song was done. And it was cold outside, cold enough that he was nearly steaming with the sweat of his exertion.
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He remembered Carter well from training, as the only other Alpha Company recruit over the age of six. Carter was a born leader; they'd known it even then. And the chance to serve under him, to be on a real team with real Spartans who were trained for this, who didn't fuck up at every possible opportunity--
Yeah. He was looking forward to it, all right.
Now if only he could complete the initiation ceremony.
"Call on meeee~ Call on me!"
Sinuously, his rock-hard abs fluctuated in time to the music. His shorts (ridiculously tight on him, as it was so difficult to find clothes that would fit Spartans) were nearly ready to burst at the seams, but he wouldn't let up, not until the song was done. And it was cold outside, cold enough that he was nearly steaming with the sweat of his exertion.
"Call on meeee!'
That's right. They could call on him any time.