Killing Time - Emile-A239 and Jun-A266
"Specialist filling a hole in your unit," Emile replied, shifting his weight back to the other leg. While his armor certainly took a lot of the effort out of maintaining the position, it still didn’t quite stop it from being less than comfortable. Jun may have had the seniority and respect to be able to lie down on the interim between deployment and the job, but Emile was the new guy, and respected the chain of command enough, the military pecking order, to not assume he had the same freedom.
"Assault and CQB is my particular specialty," He continued, gesturing to his choices of weapons, his armor’s over all configuration. "Seems like you’ve got a commander, a tech specialist, and a hell of a sniper, but that still leaves you with long, mid, and support. No one for your short range, and sure as hell no one to bring the pain when it’s needed. No offense intended, of course."
"Use the proper tools for the job, ya?" Jun asked, a question that was more rhetorical than anything else. He figured from Emile’s attitude alone that he would agree with the sentiment. “That’s good, we need a short range fighter. I need one, especially on these long tactical missions. I can’t always watch my own back and the target.” Jun let out one last long breath as a wave of calm finally washed over him. The moment has passed. Back to business. Jun shifted, rolling back onto his stomach to take up his rifle again, leveling it as he sighted the area once more. “Keep talking. You’re voice is soothing.”
"So I hear," Emile chuckled wryly, pausing for a moment with his head cocked to the side as he regarded his little drawing on the ground. Behind his visor, blue eyes flicked up to his reference, the prone sniper as he resumed his position, before flicking to the sides quickly. To say that the specialist could multitask was an understatement, but that was the very least expected out of a Spartan. "People keep tellin’ me it’s soothing to hear me just talk away, but I don’t see it. Same position as before, perfectly posed, Emile couldn’t help the little grin that spread over his features. You sure as hell became an amazing Spartan. "But don’t worry, I’ll make sure I don’t distract you when it comes to takin’ your shot, and that I’m keepin’ an eye out around us… But if it’s talking you want, you’ll have plenty of it in the lead up."
Jun sighed as he rested the side of his helmet against his sniper rifle, fingers finding a gentle groove along the barrel. "Your voice as a sweet quality to it, it's what I like about it. Helps me find that calm in myself." A calm I used to know as a child. Jun smiled behind his visor as his body shimmied back into the position he needed to take the shot. "So, talk."










