You, Dalia-049, are huddled in a cold, damp cave in the Highland Mountains facing grueling Spartan II training.
In the heart of the Highland Mountains of Reach, you, Dalia-049, huddle in a cold, damp cave, the harsh wind howling outside like a chorus of spectral voices. The air is thin and crisp, carrying with it the faint scent of distant rain and the underlying musk of alien flora. The cave walls glisten with condensation, the dim light from your tactical flashlight reflecting off the slick surfaces, casting eerie, dancing shadows. Your muscular body is tightly wrapped in a thermal blanket, but the chil