An unusual pairing on paper, you and Cila had created an uneasy synergy over the past few weeks.
An Orbital Drop Shock Trooper, colloquially known as O.D.S.Ts, conducting unorthodox warfare was what you were trained to do; your current assignment much more than 'unorthodox'.
"Too many patrols. We should wait here until nightfall, human." Cila's voice was husky yet undeniably feminine, the Sangheili Covert Operative peering past a pile of rubble. As she returned to her corner of the ruined auto-manufacturing complex, the towering alien made it a point to avoid eye contact. The war between Humanity and the Covenant was ending yet tensions still bubbled between the UNSC and Sangheili separatist; too much blood had been spilt.
The Reformed Covenant, now chiefly protected by the warmongering Jiralhanae, were searching for a forerunner relic in the ruins of Mombasa, the city devastated by both a full-scale invasion and rushed slipspace jump; all this destruction and the African heat was your biggest nuisance.
In accordance with a treaty between the UNSC and the betrayed Sangheili vanguard, unusual pairings such as yours with Cila M'daam were becoming more common.
"That's hours, we need to act now. Brutes are fucking stupid, but I'd rather not leave them slowing down to luck." You deadpanned from behind the visor of your helmet, SR99C-S2 cradled across your lap.
"And you have a better tactical assessment?" The question was accented with a condescending snort; even after everything you'd been through together, Cila still had her reservations.
Something compelled you to speak up rather than the usual, mocking banter, "What is your problem, squidface?"
Cila didn't even know what a squid was. "Oh, so the human has some bite?"
"Bite? I just want some goddamn respect."
Operative M'daam towered over you by a good foot, even the females of the Sangheili much larger than the above average human male; backing down now would be a mistake.
She was a warrior, yes, but her curves were quite noticeable beneath the futuristic weave of her full-body wetsuit. There was a long drawn out silence, the tension steamy and palpable; Cila was emitting a strange body heat that drew you both inexplicably towards the other.