PHEW Part 3 of Charlies grand idea to write a shittonne of...well, shit.

PART THREE: CHARLIE ALMOST SEEMES HETROSEXUAL... HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH



The mission had been successful. One sacrifice had been made, but the mission was complete and they were one step further to winning this war. Charlie eased himself back into his seat on the Pelican and drifted off to sleep. Fives kills, four seconds, he thought. I'm getting sloppy.




Two days had passed since the mission. Charlie had been summoned to General Byson. It was of... utmost importance. As he hurried to the control centre, of the UNSC cruiser,’Reach for the Stars’ , he looked out at the stunning view. The planet ALAN was stunning. His home. Space. A beautiful sight. He walked past a few engineers and that gazed up at him. If only for a moment. It didnt bug him anymore, he was used to it. After all, being a Spartan, he was seven foot tall, and had pale skin, due to being a faggot most of the time. As he entered the giant command deck of the cruiser he saw the General gazing at the stars.

“Sir! Commander Gibson reporting.”

“At ease soldier.” Said the General. He had a an calm, voice but very professional. A true soldier thought Charlie. “ I have read your report, and I am impressed. Especially, the part involving... B16. Very impressive I-” The doors slid open again and Ben walked in. His foot steps echoed across the giant space.

“Sir! Gunnery Sergeant Mawdsley reporting.”

“At ease, as I was saying” continued the General, “I was most impressed by your skills. Both of you. B16, I have been given permission to promote you to the rank of Lieutenant. Wear it well soldier.”

“Thank you Sir.” Although his face remained straight, Charlie could detect the happiness Ben felt. Finally, he was being recognised.

“Also, I have a... another announcement. You two have been chosen for a very special operation.”

“Sir?” Asked Charlie

“You will b forming the first ever Spartan special operations Team. You and B16”.

Outside, a star seemed to shine brighter.