Earth's last rain of hope. (Halo rp)

The blazing, peaceful sun peeped over the mountains and bathed the UNSC center a warm apricot pink. The alarm went off to wake up the sleeping soldiers and to alert them to go get their morning breakfast.
 
Kyle was already up. He headed down to get breakfast.
The aroma of fresh, greasy bacon overpowered the scent of buttery, blueberry waffles.

Spark was two corridors down from Kyle's room. He released the handle and noticed Kyle. He sped walk to catch up, "Morning Sir." He greeted.
 
Kyra was woken up by the morning alarm. She ran a brush through her short black hair. She brushed her teeth, dressed and went down to the breakfast hall.
The kitchen wasn't that pack, but most of the soldiers seemed drunk from being so drowsy.
 

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