Scott had been made aware of the mission only this morning. It wasn't unusual for missions to be given with late notice so the ODST suited up and got himself ready. He met the other two on his team, both bigger than himself and in constant feats of strength against each other as a way to prove who was stronger, faster, the better soldier. Scott shoved his way between the two, throwing an arm around both of their shoulders.<br/>"Ready lads? Or do I gotta play ref again?" He laughed and ducked under the fist of one man, jogging away to finish getting ready.<br/><br/>He hadn't formally met the Fireteam leader yet, and knew nothing more than his designated name, SPARTAN-D295.<br/><br/>As the team loaded the Albatross, Scott settled behind the crate of fragmentation grenades to catch a nap before the mission as it was unlikely he would get much restful sleep once they started. He removed his helmet, placing it beside himself, and propped his gun next to this before leaning his head back against the wall and closing his eyes.<br/><br/>As the flight went on, Scott found himself dreaming of past missions. As his dream self brought his gun up to cover a fellow ODST he was awoken by something ramming into his side. Jolting awake, he first looked to the crate which had slammed into him before turning his eyes up to the leader of their team.<br/><br/>"Sorry, cap. Must a given in to the sweet temptation of a little beauty sleep, we all know there won't be much beauty in the field." He chuckled before standing up and replacing his helmet. Swinging his gun into his hands he nodded that he was ready. He wasn't sure how far he could push this guy before he snapped, but he felt like boundaries would be tested.