[ He's known for taking care of his own, but none of these men and women are "his own." They're not his marines--UNSC issue and bright-eyed and willing to follow him through hell and (sparingly) back. But there is something to be said about a man huddled on the floor that brings John briefly back to marines hunched over, bleeding through their shoulders, their arms, their legs, their guts.
Over the shoulder and double time. Back home if they're able to be saved.
So he moves forward slowly, a behemoth of a man at 6'10" but with movements like that of liquid, easy and adjusted. He's naked and covered in damnable goop, but he can't seem to really care all that much. He slips into a slight crouch.
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Over the shoulder and double time. Back home if they're able to be saved.
So he moves forward slowly, a behemoth of a man at 6'10" but with movements like that of liquid, easy and adjusted. He's naked and covered in damnable goop, but he can't seem to really care all that much. He slips into a slight crouch.
Observing him briefly, he speaks. ]
Can you stand?