[Center][Color=maroon][h1][u]Spartan Rex-G124[/u][/h1][/color][/center]

He followed along silently, finally cracking an amused smile watching the ONI suits silently panic. Rex seriously doubted these people had even touched a weapon, and given their reaction, none of them had seen a member of a Covenant species in the flesh before. Once the room was cleared, the Spartan abstained from sitting. Instead he stood near the table.

Following Morgenstein's lead, Rex took his helmet off, setting it on the table so it was facing the others. Like most Threes, his skin was a ghostly pale, and his face had several faded scars. Having been in the field immediately before being reassigned, the Spartan hadn't had a chance to shave. However, the most striking feature of his face were his eyes: vibrant gold, not unlike a big cat's or bird of prey's.

However, something was troubling Rex: the other SPARTAN-III. As far as he'd read, Gamma Company had been the last in the program. Where the hell had the UNSC trained not one, but [I]two[/I] companies of SPARTAN-IIIs before the War ended? He understood that the Fours were all volunteering adults, but this Ben must be just a kid.

The Grunt's— Grikgar's— question softened his expression. Not quite a smile, but something close. "I don't mind skipping War Games," he said. "Though I'm curious as to why." He was used to not having a whole lot of details on a mission, but it was always nice.