+another brief moment, he extended a hand towards her, laying it in the table with his palm facing upwards, offering it to her... if she chose to take it.

+was hoping to convey some sense of understanding of her feelings... maybe it could help them both deal with the fact that war was the only constant in their lives?

If she didn't want to talk any more about it, he wouldn't force her, but he wanted to at least offer a comforting presence.

After+

+attention, his stance quickly tightening up, just in case.

+As he came to a stop in the doorway, he quickly scanned the room.

Three bodies, Silvia was the only one standing. He had been given clear orders: subdue her, however he could.

His eyes locked on her figure as the sobbing filled his ears, and he took a deep breath.

"Silvia," he called to get her+

Green Flag wasn't a warning Benjamin had been familiar with, but seeing as how he was the closest Spartan in Mjolnir, he had to get acquainted fast.

His HUD filled him in as he made his way down the halls, armored boots clanging against the ground, barreling towards Silvia's office.

No weapons.+

+eventually. "Thanks for the heads up. Now, how's about we get a few scratches on that armor, hm?"

+be the most experienced Spartan. Then again, he'd seen less experienced Spartans lead Fireteams, on account of the somewhat-loose ranking structure of the Spartan branch, which never really made much sense to him, but that was besides the point.

"Well, only time will tell, I guess," he said+

+missions or missions leading non-augmented personnel. His time on Fireteams was always temporary, and more often than not short-term. Being on a permanent Fireteam was already going to be an adjustment.

Although, the possibility seemed to make sense, if he was to be put on a team of IVs, he would+

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