Browning, having followed them out, places a hand on Eryx's chest, stopping him
Spartan Eryx. Play nicely, please. I will be filing a report with ONICOM when this mission is finished, I'd hate to have to request a phsyche evaluation of your person.
It was a thinly veiled threat, but it should be effective. All the Spartan II's he'd met, at their very core, had a responsibility to be the best, to save them all. He guessed it came down to their years of training, subjected to a particular mindset in their formative years. He couldn't know for definite. He certainly didn't have access to THOSE files.
He clipped his SMG back to his leg, sprinting to catch up with Casey. The city was beginning to feel like some kind of ghost town. It was far too quiet out here. He grabbed her arm, pulling her to one side
Keep your emotions in check. We have a job to do. We finish the mission, and we play by the book. If there's a problem here, we'll soon know about it.
He let go of her arm, stepping back a second. His helmet gave him no outward expression, but he fixed her with a stare before he continued on.
Finally, he securely connected to 099, privately.
Zero Nine Nine. I didn't introduce myself. Staff Sergeant Browning, Spartan One Nine Eight, ONI field deployment. I need you to do me a favour...