03:29 Hours
23 August, 2550
Marine Operations Staging Area
Jace waited in his usual spot, head down, eyes closed, trying to grab as much shut-eye as the universe could offer him. All the while his hands were running over his BR55HB SR Battle Rifle, which rested in his lap, making the necessary checks that he'd done hundreds, if not thousands, of times over. It was during this state of light sleeping that his thoughts plagued him the most. Memories mostly, of his parent's death, of his brother's choice to join up with the people who had caused his parents to be killed, of his later mission track down and abduct his brother, only to then torture him to comply with ONI's demands. He could see his mother and father's faces now, disappointed. But they no longer disturbed him as much as they used to. As the years slowly crept by, the once familiar pictures of their faces began to fade. Their heavily distinguished expressions gradually blurring together until they became just another set of dead people. Another pair to add to the countless others he'd seen.
The murmurs of ignorant privates roused him from his dosing state. Goddamn scrubs. It was the same wherever he went. Good, battle-tested troopers died and the brass saw fit to send in the most inexperienced and incompetent. Although he'd only been assigned to the GHOST Detachment for a nearly a year and a half, it still made him a long serving member. Despite ONI's attempts to portray GHOST as the most badass sons of bitches of the ODST, members still died just like anyone else fighting in the war. During their most recent mission to another asshole of the universe, six members had died. The largest amount of recorded deaths in a single mission for the detachment. One of them happened to be a good friend too. Corporal Jacob Yeager had transferred from the 37th Tactical Unit alongside him. Where the standard ODST Force was purely voluntary, the GHOST Detachment was selection based. This meant that these 'newbies' had either scored incredibly high during training exercises or they had genuinely seen some real combat. Jace preferred not to guess which.
Standing up, he laughed as Archer, his Staff Sergeant, silenced the new arrival, PFC Wiley. "You've got some boots to fill, Scrub." He chimed in. "Those weren't just any Troopers who stood where you are now. Probably best you learn that sooner rather than later." Jace then strode over to the weapons rack and grabbed his favorite sidearm, the M6C/SOCOM, complete with a built-in silencer. He'd used it on many of his previous missions as a GHOST and during his entire tenure on Victoria some years ago. It complemented his silenced Battle Rifle perfectly, both of which fit exactly into his role within the Detachment. Which, as a Specialist, could end up being a broad range of things. Jace's role, however, was simple. Based purely on his combat experience, the Corporal's role consisted of Forward Reconnaissance, usually behind enemy lines, Tracking & Field Craft, which came in handy more times than you'd imagine, and Information Gathering, often by less desirable means.
Jace ran through his check of the weapon quickly, then slotted it in its holster at his hip. The Gunny Sergeant would be here soon to brief them, accompanied by, if the rumors from the bridge officers were true, an ONI Spook. A female Field Operative who had supposedly made her position well known to Captain Ramsey, despite the ship being under his command. During his time in the 37th, Jason had met his fair share of Operatives. They didn't differ very much whether they were male or females, except the ladies tended to be a little worse. Each of them had cold glares that could send a shiver down the spine of even the stoutest marine and didn't seem to trust anyone but themselves. In their eyes, they were the elite not the ground troops who did the jobs they commanded them to. Jace wasn't really that bothered anyway, his orders had to come from someone and if that person just so happened to be the most stuck-up bitch of an ONI Spook the UNSC had to offer, then so be it.
He walked back over to his spot and waited, more sleep wouldn't hurt at all.