The 1st Spartan Battalion, moving with the disciplined efficiency of a well-oiled machine, sped through the simulated urban landscape. Accompanying them, the joint task force of the 1st Infantry Company followed closely in their IFVs, APCs, and four-wheeled vehicles, kicking up digital dust. Despite hours of relentless combat, the Spartans felt no fatigue; only an exhilarated hum, a pervasive sense that the battle could, and should, rage on forever.
"Faster, amigos!" yelled Miguel, his voice a jovial bark over the comms, even as plasma fire streaked past his armored vehicle. "This Krill BBQ ain't gonna cook itself!"
A younger recruit from the 1st Infantry, a soldier leaned out of the APC's hatch, his eyes wide. "Are we sure these guys aren't just hopped up on something? They're laughing while getting shot at!"
