"If you hadn’t, I would have ordered you to come along myself," Fred said with a slight smile on his face.
John couldn’t help but smile just a little himself. After having been alone so long, spending so much time not knowing how much of his family was still alive, here stood the three Spartans he’d missed the most. The three people whose presence he’d wished for more than anything in the closing days of the war, and his conflict with the Didact. He would have swiped his fingers across his faceplate, but they were in a crowded hangar and a part of him wanted to keep the gesture strictly between himself and his team. It was, after all, one of the few things that was purely Spartan-II.