<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 0.7em;">[Watch for links throughout the post.]</span><br/><br/>Kyle Nassir (http://i919.photobucket.com/albums/ad32/Kyle9898/Peoples/coolfacialscars.jpg) awoke from his dreams with a jerk, his right hand on the hilt of the combat knife beneath his pillow. Confirming that he was alone, he sat upright, slowly running a hand through his hair. It was short, but not cropped short like the other soldiers of the UNSC. He wasn't a soldier anyway, not really. Kyle had spent more than ten years as a mercenary and assassin, before the Covenant had shown up. His past life felt like a bad dream. Nothing he had done during those years had meant anything. Sure, he had acquired some wealth, but the years he had spent taking human lives hadn't really accomplished anything. Realizing he was holding the knife, Kyle shook his head and returned it to the sheath on his right-hand boot. He wouldn't be getting any more sleep, and he was tired of hanging around in the dark of his cabin anyway.<br/><br/>Kyle checked over his gear and then redressed, all in a well-timed and methodical manner. Some habits were hard to break, especially when your life quite often depended on them. Checking his military fatigues were well arranged in the mirror, the olive skinned man looked at himself, surveying his many scars while reminding himself that he was<em>Lance Corporal Nassir</em>now, and not an assassin. He looked into his own eyes, which looked so dark as they drank in the dim light of the cabin that they might as well have been black.<em>Fitting,</em>he thought.<br/><br/>After stepping back into his boots and making sure they were snug, Kyle donned the rest of his ODST Battle Armor (http://i919.photobucket.com/albums/ad32/Kyle9898/Peoples/halo3odstff-1.jpg) piece by piece, checking the systems of his VISR before putting on his helmet. Satisfied that his BDU (Battle Dress Uniform) was in good order (he didn't need military protocol to teach him the importance of such things), Lance Corporal Nassir strapped on his weapons: a pair of M6C pistols (http://i919.photobucket.com/albums/ad32/Kyle9898/M6CSTpistol.jpg), and a pair of M7S SMGs (http://i919.photobucket.com/albums/ad32/Kyle9898/M7sSMG.jpg) along with an assortment of knives. Finally, the Trooper was out the door to find something to do other than lay around.<em>At least I look pretty damn good in this armor...</em>Kyle thought with a smirk.<br/><br/>