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Well now Matt was raising an eyebrow at that. That was very straight-forward. Not something he was used to before this. Still, he nods and listens.

"Sounds like old CO," he observes softly. But he won't say more on that.

"War needs to end. Faith in John."

Mendez had just gotten more blunt in the ensuing years and thankfully for him, Kurt seemed to accept and welcome that plain-spoken manner.

"There's too many CO's like that in this war." Kurt said with a dark look on his face. The mention of John seemed to lighten his mood a little bit thought.

"I have faith in John and the rest of our brothers and sisters out there. Especially Linda." Of course he had faith in her, she had been Green team first after all.

"Green team to end the war," Matt mumbled, raising his water in a quiet salute to Linda.

Not that Kurt wasn't bleeding for that same purpose, just in a different way. At least Linda hadn't turned up MIA yet. That... that would probably kill Matt from pain alone. It had been hard enough to lose Kurt.

"Always, can't let Blue Team win when it really counts." Kurt agreed and shot Matt a conspiratorial smirk because they might be forty years old but some things just never got old. And inter-team rivalry was one of them.

Mendez just rolled his eyes heavenward in exasperation. "You two are gonna set a bad example for the Gammas with talk like that."

"Nonsense, a little competitive spirit is healthy." Right a little competitive spirit indeed. If it was one thing that seemed to breed true in all Spartans was they were competitive as hell.

"I don't see them here," Matt counters. But Mendez isn't wrong. See, the thing is that these SPARTANS will be working in mass, rather than as units. So it's important that they work together. Competitive spirit isn't as good here.

"So, it's possible to do it? The fight I want?"

"I know, I know, I just forgot how ridiculously competitive you II's could be." The old solider snorted and shook his head but there might have been a subtle softening to those dark eyes.

"Absolutely. Kurt, I'll deal with Endless Summer, why don't you make sure Matt there gets his wounds looked at. Another thing I remember is the propensity for II's to try and downplay their injuries." This was said with an arch look as the chief climbed to his feet.

"I have no idea what you're talking about, Chief. But I appreciate you taking point on this." Kurt said with a completely straight face.

"You made us that," Matt shrugged off Mendez's comment.

Really? His eyes roll. How does Matt even begin to explain that he's perfectly fine. What would be the point of downplaying injuries? He's learned a lot over the years about how an injury can do you in. A black eye is nothing.

"Thanks," he says, because all he cares about is getting the new SPARTANs ready.

"Bah," Mendez scoffed as he climbed to his feet so he could get starred with drawing up the list they would implement.

"His bark is worse than his bite." Kurt said with both humor and affection in his voice. "A realization I only came to after I was an adult, mind you. And one I hope our Gammas dob't figure out any time soon."

"Perhaps," Matt says softly. The issue is that he doesn't know how to approach Mendez. But he's going and that leaves Maine to finish his pudding. Then his attention goes back to Kurt.

"Don't imagine they will. I'm old and I have only your word to go on."

"That's okay, you have time." While Matt worked on his pudding cup, Kurt sipped at his coffee slowly. It was black and tasted vaguely burned from sitting on the heating element for too long but he'd long since stopped noticing.

"It behooves us to have the Gammas know he can put the fear of God into them."

"God is dead."

It's a useless dismissal, but Matt makes it anyway. He's stopped believing in higher powers. Religion was supposedly what drove the Covenant to do this to them. Granted, Matt would still exist without that, because the Insurrection was why they were made.

War on humans. Who knew what would happen with that afterward.

"Only SPARTANs to be afraid of these days."

"It's a turn of phrase only, Matt." Kurt snorted, mildly bemused his brother had such strong convictions when it came to religion. Like the rest of the II's he'd been raised without any hint of a religion and he was a staunch atheist as well but he didn't feel the need to go around proclaiming "God" was dead.

"Especially if you are the Covenant."

Maybe that was how he was raised, but there was a lot Matt had experienced since then. And humans that still held to religion were a bit maddening. There was nothing out there to save them. Just themselves.

"Especially then," Matt agrees. Finished with his food he rises to his feet. Time to get a bit of a workout in before heading off to sleep. Probably a run. He could really use a run. A real run.

Kurt understood why they still clung to their beliefs and hopes for a merciful god, because it brought them hope, the promise of a better tomorrow. And in times of peril, humanity craved hope to help get them through the day. But he also knew that wishing for hope was a pretty useless activity when you could be doing something.

"What are your plans for the evening?" He asked his brother as he got to his feet. Kurt recognized that vaguely restless energy that practically radiated from Matt.

"Run," Matt smiles, and he looks so pleased at the idea. "I haven't been able to run in years. Getting to build up my strength, my speed, getting to be what I am is pretty high up there on my priorities."

There is a lot to be said for the ability to de-stress that comes with just... running. Almost understood Kelly more now.

"Mind some company?" Considering Kurt only had paperwork to look forward to, he would happily put that off for the chance to get out and stretch his proverbial legs. Especially since Mendez was taking point on Matt's suggestion of mixing up the Gamma teams.

Well, that gets an even wider smile. Sure, if he can lure the CO off of his duties to instead go running, he's down for that.

"Track or cross-country?"

The paperwork would be there when he got back. It always was. That was one of his least favorite part about being in command but it was a necessary evil unfortunately.

"You said you wanted to stretch your legs, right? Can't really do that running on a track." Of course, it was beginning to head towards sundown so maybe running around in the jungle wasn't the best idea but they'd done far worse in training.

Really? They're SPARTANs, Kurt. Their night vision is beyond natural. They'll be fine.

"Gonna change?" Matt asks, gesturing to what Kurt's wearing. Clearly not suitable for a workout, unlike Maine. He's still in fatigues. Maybe he'll even go grab one of the heavy packs just to make it feel right.

"No I thought I'd go traipsing through the jungle in my BDU's." Kurt quipped a little sarcastically before climbing to his feet.

"Meet me at the gates in ten minutes."

"I mean, they're not not suited," Matt laughs. But they aren't appropriate either, not for a light run. He nods and throws off the sloppiest salute ever. It's more of a casual nod at the rank between them, because in any official situation before this he'd given the crispest salutes ever. Proper salutes, like were beaten into them.

"Don't be late. I'll start without you."

"And if you're late, I'll start without you." He snarked over his shoulder and left the mess hall in a different direction.

But true to his word he was there at the gates ten minutes later dressed in PT gear looking looser than Matt was probably used to seeing. Maybe because he'd shouldered off responsibility even for a few minutes?

Why would Matt be late, he just has to head straight over there. He was waiting for Kurt with three minutes to spare, even with water bottles. He does look a bit more relaxed and Matt smiles at that.

"So, Kurt, how far you willing to go?"

Because right now, it's just brothers, not his CO, so he's going to use names.

"As far as you go, brother. I might be an officer these days but I'm not a desk jockey." Like all Spartans, Kurt was at the peak of human physical perfection and he hadn't allowed himself to go to seed in the past two decades.

"Prove it," Matt challenged before setting off. Like he's going to do a 'ready, set, go'. By being here he's clearly read. He's clearly set. He's clearly going to go.