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Thirteen grabbed his BR and walked away, watching the pelican land in front of him. As he walked up the ramp, the marines inside stared at his charred and gore covered armor. They passed glances to eachother before one spoke, “Sir? How can you keep doing all this? All this war, all this fighting?” Thirteen set the Battle Rifle on the seat next to him and looked to the marine, "It's what I was made for. I'm a Spartan. War is all I've known. I think it, breathe it, even bleed it." - Avg. rating:
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