When he had first been told about the replacement for Janelle-033 after she... 'went MIA', Matt-020 hadn't known what to do with himself. They had been an effective team, if a smaller one than normally recommended. A team was larger, but Matt had never cared much, Janelle got him in, Matt moved what needed moving or broke what needed breaking, and together they did things other soldiers couldn't do. Finding a new one of his brothers, of his sisters, to fit the role Janelle had filled in his life seemed impossible.
Being told it was someone, something entirely different, was hard to process. That there was another group that had their title, that... Matt didn't know how he was supposed to deal with the person who was supposed to be rendezvousing with Matt's shuttle shortly with their latest UNSC mission brief. The one that was going to have the man in a role that Janelle had molded herself into with him over the years. Something about tech retrieval, the main sort of job a SPARTAN of Matt's size was meant for.
Matt grumbled to himself as he paced back and forth, waiting.
Big Spartan, Little Spartan
Being told it was someone, something entirely different, was hard to process. That there was another group that had their title, that... Matt didn't know how he was supposed to deal with the person who was supposed to be rendezvousing with Matt's shuttle shortly with their latest UNSC mission brief. The one that was going to have the man in a role that Janelle had molded herself into with him over the years. Something about tech retrieval, the main sort of job a SPARTAN of Matt's size was meant for.
Matt grumbled to himself as he paced back and forth, waiting.