#halo reloaded

[helix-studios117]

Halo: A Beginner's Guide

For all of you newcomers out there, here's a list that I've wanted to do for a while now. For those who are new to Halo, likely introduced by the TV Show, and want to get into it, here's my 2 cents on how to ease into the franchise.

The Games

Play the original four games PLUS Halo Infinite in chronological order. The spin-off games (Reach, ODST, the Wars games and the Spartan games) are all completely optional, but they are there for people who want play other games that aren't centered around the Master Chief. I recommend just watching all of the cutscenes of Halo 5: Guardians in some supercut "movie" Youtube video, since the 5th game is... bad and, story wise, you're not missing much.

So in this order WITHOUT the spin-offs:

Halo: Combat Evolved

Halo 2

Halo 3

Halo 4

Halo Infinite

If you want to play the games WITH the spin-offs included, then in this order:

Halo Wars

Halo Reach

Halo: Combat Evolved

Halo 2

Halo 3: ODST

Halo 3

Halo: Spartan Assault

Halo: Spartan Strike (Note: This game takes place in two different time-periods, so just play this after Spartan Assault for convenience sake)

Halo 4

Halo Wars 2

Halo Infinite

My advice: Play the main four (+ Infinite) FIRST, then replay the main-games WITH the spin-offs in chronological-order.

Books & Comics

Here comes my favorite part!

Books

Halo: The Fall Of Reach, Halo: First Strike & Halo: Contact Harvest - The FIRST books in the entire franchise, these books set the stage for the entire setting of the Halo world. The first half of The Fall Of Reach is Master Chief's origin story, while the second half is about, well, "the fall of Reach." First Strike is a book that takes place in-between the first and second game AND, for a high-octane action-book, has a shocking amount of shipping material. And finally, Contact Harvest details the early years of the Human-Covenant War AND further fleshes out the Covenant as an antagonistic force by showing their side of things.

Halo: Silent Storm & Halo: Oblivion - For those who want MOAR Master Chief, these two books focus on a younger Chief fighting the Covenant in the earlier uears of the war. These two are probably my favorite Halo books thus far.

Halo: Ghosts Of Onyx & The Kilo-5 Trilogy - It's crucial to read Ghosts Of Onyx first BEFORE delving into Glasslands, the first book in The K5-Trilogy, since Glasslands takes place IMMEDIATELY after Ghosts Of Onyx. Anyways, these stories are for those who are bored of Master Chief and want to read about other, admittedly more fascinating Spartans. Kurt and Naomi are definitely among my favorite Spartans that aren't named "Master Chief," "Blue-Team" and "Silver-Team."

Halo Evolutions - An anthology book with each story taking place in some corner of the Halo universe or another, this is a book I recommend for world-building purposes.

Comics

Halo: The Graphic Novel - Just like Evolutions, Halo: The Graphic Novel is an anthology series thay tells different stories from different corners of the Halo universe for world-building purposes. These stories are all new stories and are NOT comic-adaptations of any of the stories in Evolutions, so don't worry about basically reading the same stories twice; The Graphic Novel has a similar concept, but all of the stories are different.

Halo: Blood Line - Black-Team is the coolest group of Spartans in the entire Spartan-II Program; they're group of misfit loners (who secretly have feelings for each other) who answer ONLY to ONI (the CIA of the Halo universe) and wear black suits of armor with roman-numerals etched onto their visors. They do cool-guy shit together, and this comic follows their story.

Other Material

Audio-Dramas

I Love Bees - Taking place in various different points in time, I Love Bees was an ARG that was turned into an audio-play long after it was deciphered. I won't spoil anything that happens, but I will say this: Shit gets kinda crazy.

Hunt The Truth - Another ARG. This fictional podcast was made to promote Halo 5: Guardians and... it's the best damn part to come out of that stinker of a game; Hunt The Truth's narrative is SO much more interesting than Halo 5's story, it HURTS. Anyways, it's about a reporter uncovering the truth of the Spartan-II Program as ONI starts a smear campaign against the Master Chief to cover their own asses.

Movies & Shows

Halo 4: Forward Unto Dawn - This web-film was promotional material for Halo 4 (as it's title suggests), and it follows a group teenaged military-school students going about their lives as Lasky, a confused cadet who is struggling to find a direction in life and live up to his family's reputation, grapples with the struggles of military-life in his academy.

Halo: The Series - If, by some off-chance, you WEREN'T introduced to Halo via the show, here's the recommendation. Form your own opinion, but here's my advice: Like what you want to like and don't follow the word of mouth.

Halo Legends - An anime anthology that, just like Evolutions and The Graphic Novel, world-builds the mythology of Halo by telling different, disconnected but ultimately in-continuity stories set within the game's universe. Odd One Out, Homecoming and The Package are my favorite shorts in the film.

Machinimas

Red Vs Blue - What else? Seasons 1 - 14 are my recommendations, don't watch anything else beyond that because it SERIOUSLY drops in quality. Just wait for it's final season, Season 20, to come out; you're not missing much with seasons 15 - 19.

The Spartan Legacy - A seriously underrated series. Made by a Youtuber under the name: 'Chronicler177,' The Spartan Legacy takes place in an alternate-continuity where Chief disappears and never comes back after the events of Halo 3. As a result, the Spartan-IVs and Vs (both of which are more interesting than in-canon; and the Spartan-Vs are a new creation within this web-show itself) are created to take his place.

WHEW! That's all, ladies and gents.

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#halo #halo the series #halo infinite #halo au #halo expanded universe #halo fanfic #halo fanfiction #halo series #halo tv #halo tv series #halo tv show #halo reach #halo 3 #master chief #john 117 #halo reloaded #helix studios117

[ionlymadethissoicouldleaveanask]

Seeing Triple

John-117 was tired.

He was too tired. He couldn't see straight, but he couldn't sleep either. He couldn't quiet his mind, but he couldn't put together a coherent thought. It was all one mixed-up, jumbled-up mess inside his brain.

Well... nothing new there.

The Pelican rocked gently as Esparza flew them back toward the FOB. The blood tray was sealed tight, leaving the troop bay dark except for the dim emergency lights that lined the walls. Not that John needed lights to see, per se... his augmentations afforded him extremely advanced night vision.

Still, the darkness was welcome. He lay his head back against the bulkhead, hoping to let the gentle swaying of the Pelican rock him to some semblance of rest. He could actually, against all odds, feel his body begin to drift off...

Then he heard the sound of someone clearing their throat. The Master Chief lurched to his feet, the Sidekick that he kept holstered on his hip already in hand and trained on the source of the sound. "Hands where I can see them," he ordered sternly, before he even had the chance to register what he was looking at.

When he finally did manage to focus his gaze two thirds of a second later, the Spartan felt something unfamiliar grip his chest. Surprise. It was a sensation he hadn't felt in quite a while.

The other, unexpected, occupant of the Pelican was in a stance that mirrored John's almost perfectly, though in his hand he clutched an M6D. He cut a striking figure, standing over seven feet tall in armor painted a green so dark it almost looked black. Three numbers were scrawled across his left breastplate in bold, white paint.

117

"Who are you supposed to be?" the intruder barked, his hands gripping the pistol tightly. His voice was shockingly familiar.

Before John managed to answer, a third figure stepped forward from the back of the Pelican. "What kind of mess did she get me into this time?" the newcomer said, his tone clearly exasperated. His armor, though similar to John and the first intruder's, was painted in the mottled greens and grays of a camouflage pattern as opposed to the set green of the others. His upper arms were dominated by large pauldrons bearing the symbol of an eagle with outstretched wings.

A pistol appeared in the man's hand, and in an instant all three of them were regarding one another through the iron sights of their sidearms.

"Maybe one of us ought to say something before we all start turning each other to Swiss cheese," the newest addition to this bizarre party said slowly. His voice was, once again, hauntingly familiar - though there was something different about it. Younger, maybe.

"You want to talk?" the man in the darker armor barked. "Alright then, talk. Where did you two come from? Who authorized you to wear my armor?"

John cocked his head to one side. "Your armor?" he questioned. Something clearly wasn't quite right here. Several moments passed in increasingly tense silence.

"Everyone lowers their weapon at the same time," John finally said. "Then we can figure out what's going on here without being worried about any... accidental discharges." It was a measured tactic - if these impersonators were here to attack him, he still felt fairly confident that he would be able to handle a pair of copycats even without the use of his weapon. Besides, it would mitigate the risk of a stray round catching the pilot.

The others considered John's suggestion for a moment, then nodded. In unison. It was unsettling.

Slowly, the trio managed to lower their weapons to the ground without anyone deciding to do something stupid. Then they eyed each other in another bout of tense silence.

"I guess I'll go first," the one in the darkest armor finally said. Then, rather inexplicably, he lifted his hands to his helmet and removed it.

Any thought along the lines of Why in the world are you taking your helmet off in a combat zone? died on John's lips when he took in the man's face. Or rather... he took in his own face.

The sharp intake of breath from the other interloper was evidence that he had been taken off-guard by the view as well.

"Master Chief Petty Officer John-117," the now helmetless man said, fixing each of the others with a hard stare. "Now who are you?"

John turned toward the man in the back of the Pelican. Despite the fact that they were each still wearing their helmets - their identical helmets - it was clear to see that he was staring right back at John with the same question on his mind. And, in that moment, they each found their answer.

John dropped his head, feeling somehow even more tired than before. "This one is going to hurt," he said quietly. "I just know it."

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@helix-studios117, I finally got it done my dude.

#halo #halo fanfic #john 117 #halo tv show #halo reloaded #crack fic

[empresskadia]

Have a Jinda

Halo: Reloaded - Foodie

In the lively hub of the UNSC’s mess hall, where the air buzzes with the chatter of marines and the clang of utensils against trays, a scene straight out of a comic book unfolds. Linda and Kelly, Spartans extraordinaire, are engaged in a feast that would have lesser mortals waving white flags in surrender. Their table, groaning under the weight of an absurd amount of food, looks like it’s hosting a banquet, not dinner for two.

Linda has temporarily traded her rifle for chopsticks, navigating through her ramen bowls with a focus that’s borderline comical. It’s as if each strand of noodle is an enemy combatant meeting its doom. Meanwhile, Kelly’s tackling her slices of stuffed-crust pizza like there’s a prize at the bottom. She’s all energy and enthusiasm, her laughter echoing off the mess hall walls as she stretches the cheese to ludicrous lengths, only to snap it off with a chomp that’s decidedly un-ladylike.

The aftermath of their culinary carnage is a sight to behold: empty milkshake glasses standing tall among the ruins of boneless chicken boxes, the cheeseburgers demolished to the point of being unrecognizable, save for a few stray bits of lettuce and the odd sesame seed looking lost and forlorn on the empty plates.

Across from this spectacle of Spartan appetite sits John, his own meal laughably modest in comparison. He’s got a solitary bowl of roast beef, looking tender and juicy, sure, but lonely on its bed of mashed potatoes. The gravy looks like it’s trying its best to make the meal seem more substantial, pooling around the meat in a valiant effort. His drink? A simple glass of milk, standing there like it’s lost.

Catching John’s slightly bewildered gaze, Kelly can’t help but tease, “John, you do realize you’re a Spartan, right? Not a finicky cat.”

Linda, with a rare break in her ramen-slurping marathon, chimes in with a grin. “Yeah, John. That’s not dinner, it’s an appetizer. What’s the main course? Air?”

John, unfazed by the ribbing, leans back, an amused smile playing on his lips. “Well, I like to think of it as strategic eating. While you two demolish the food supplies like it’s the eve of an apocalypse, I’m here, savoring the finer things. Quality over quantity, ladies.”

The banter flows as easily as the drinks in the mess hall, the kind of light-hearted teasing that comes from years of shared experiences and battles fought side by side. Linda and Kelly, undeterred by John’s jabs, dive back into their feast with a gusto that’s both admirable and slightly terrifying.

“Strategic eating, huh?” Kelly says between bites, “Watch me strategically demolish this next pizza slice.”

Linda, ever the competitor, shoots back, “Race you to the bottom of the ramen bowl?”

John just shakes his head, chuckling at the spectacle before him. The scene is absurd, a reminder of the strange normalcy they’ve carved out for themselves in a life that’s anything but.

John’s gaze is an unwavering beacon of focus, fixed solely on Linda. She, unaware of the intensity of his attention, is wholly engrossed in the artful demolition of her meal. Her movements are fluid, almost graceful, as she navigates through her feast with the precision of a seasoned warrior. It's a sight that, for John, never grows old; every little thing she does, every small gesture or fleeting expression, holds him captive.

Caught in his silent observation, he watches as she deftly twirls her utensils, her hands sure and steady. To him, there’s a kind of poetry in the way she eats, a captivating dance of strength and grace that speaks volumes of the woman she is—fierce, unapologetic, utterly mesmerizing.

Linda, sensing the weight of his stare, pauses mid-bite, her eyes flicking up to meet his. There’s a moment, charged and electric, as their gazes lock. “Hey, Chief,” Linda finally snaps, catching the tail end of his stare with a fork mid-air, paused like she's about to conduct an orchestra with a piece of grilled chicken. “You’ve got that look again. Like you’re trying to unravel the mysteries of the universe, but it’s just me stuffing my face.” she teases, her voice a playful lilt that belies the heat rising in her cheeks.

Without a word, John rises. The suddenness of his movement draws the attention of those nearby, a collective pause in the hum of conversation. In a few strides, he’s at her side, his hands gently but firmly lifting her from her seat in a bridal carry that’s as unexpected as it is smooth.

The room falls into a hushed anticipation, watching as he plants a kiss on her, passionate and deep, a public declaration that’s as bold as it is tender. It’s a moment out of time, the world around them blurring into insignificance. When he finally sets her back down, the look in his eyes speaks volumes, a silent promise that needs no words.

Returning to his seat, John picks up his utensil as if nothing out of the ordinary has happened, the ghost of a smile playing on his lips.

Linda, on the other hand, is left utterly flabbergasted. Her usual composure is shattered, replaced by a flustered, bewildered state that’s as rare as it is endearing. Her face, a canvas of emotion, blooms with a heat that could rival the sun, her usual quick wit momentarily lost in the whirlwind of what just happened.

For a beat, the mess hall is eerily quiet, the collective breath of the audience held in suspense. Then, as if on cue, the space erupts into a cacophony of cheers and hoots, the Spartans and marines alike showing their approval in the most boisterous way possible.

Rubbing the back of her neck, Linda finally finds her voice, her words a mix of embarrassment and admiration. “Show-off,” she manages, though the warmth in her eyes and the quirk of her lips betray the affectionate undertone of her jest.

John, with that same undiminished smile, merely shrugs, a silent acknowledgment of the truth in her words. “Only for you,” he replies, his voice low but clear, a testament to the depth of his feelings, laid bare for all to see.

Stop dude this is so cute!! Also Kelly has me cracking up. The girls like to eat 🥺

AND I THOUGHT I POSTED THIS BUT IT WAS SITING IN MY DRAFTS. I’M SO SORRY

#halo reloaded #helix-studios117 #I COULDVE SWORN I POSTED THSI #I’M SORRY HELIX

[gexfan32]

A rather silly Fuuka headcanon

so, Fuuka Yamagishi is an autistic sci-fi teenage enthusiast in a game that takes place in the year 2009, you know, the golden age of bungie. Yes, I am implying that Fuuka is a massive halo fan and regularly infodumps to the rest of sees about it.

She is also a marathon fan too by the way

The novel she reads with Makoto is Halo:Contact Harvest, the only book ever of all time to have both Sargent Johnson and a grunt as POV characters

When the team rescues someone on a low shadow density floor in Tartarus, Fuuka will entertain them on the walk back to the teleport with halo lore.

There are multiple times during the journey where she is resisting the urge to make a poor taste joke about AI rampancy involving Aigis.

“This is so sad, Lucia, play deference for darkness”

#fuuka yamagishi #persona 3 fuuka #persona 3 #p3 reload #headcanon #your honor she is a halo fan

[bongsavior]

can't fucking wwaaaaAAAAAAAIIITITTTTTTTTTTT for my eBay xbox 🥰😍😝☺️🥹😈♥️✨

the last time i had an og xbox was in 2008 until my dad left fl and took the console he bought Me for my birthday so he could sell it to buy drugs

SO i'm getting all the goodies i had before And more *rubs hands together*

#i'm getting conker live and reloaded #san andreas #halo #i got fable tlc #shrek superslam #tony hawks pro skater 3 #etc #AND a transparent moss green controller 🫡 #she comes in on the 29th #i can't fucking waaaiiitttttt #it's been so long

[halopedia]

Did You Know that the demo for Rare Ltd's Conker Live and Reloaded contained a reference to Halo in the form of a magazine called Drudge? This unfortunately was removed in the final release of the game; being replaced by a magazine called Fur Only.

#trivia tuesday #triviatuesday #halo #halopedia #halowiki #halo wiki #conker live and reloaded #conker the squirrel #conker's bad fur day #halo1 #halo ce #halo combat evolved #halo: combat evolved #rareware #rare ltd

[devileaterjaek]

#halo ce #flood #halo #halo mcc #master chief #mcc #halo the master chief collection #bungie #xbox #sci fi #fps #first person shooter #shotgun #reload

[profworminkle]

Some official Xbox 360 gamer pics featuring some worms and a sheep.

#worms #worms ultimate mayhem #worms reloaded #notes: i have NEVER seen a full res image of a worm praying #i also just noticed they have a barely visible halo too #i know there's way more than these 5 that i'll get later someday #along with some xbox 360 themes

[shinyswablu]

i started playing blue archive solely bc i fucking love shaped halos. i also love the kinda cyber futurey aesthetic of it all too but the shaped halos man. they go hard af.

#personal #not rlly sure how into the game ill remain #mostly bc my phone hates my wifi at home for some reason #so i keep losing connection half way thru doing anything #and then i have to wait for it to reload and its ANNOYING #but even if i dont remain super into the game i am certainly gonna be interacting with content bc SHAPED HALOS #also idk how to describe it better i just love the kinda clean cyber look with like blue and green and white and triangle particles

[helix-studios117]

Master Chief

It's rough, but it has been a while.

#halo #halo fanfic #halo fanfiction #master chief #master chief fanfiction #master chief fanfic #john 117 #halo headcanon #halo au #halo reloaded

[samwinchestersleftshoe]

despite the horniness of it there is an abundance of religious imagery

#neo=jesus???? #the halos on the painting he was standing in front of in the mansion on the mountain #the priest fit #hes a messiah #cult like following #hes freeing people #the matrix reloaded #neo #mine

[empresskadia]

Have a Linda.

There's a reason why she glows.

I love that Reloaded Linda has cat ears.

#halo reloaded #helix-studios117 #ask #asks

[charsui]

One Piece And Favourite Video Games

Straw Hats:

Luffy - 1, 2, Switch, Eye Toy, and games with motion controls - the faster the better

Zoro - Nioh, Ghost of Tsushima, Sekiro Shadows Die Twice - he loves something with katanas and as high a difficulty as possible

Nami - Payday, Thief, Hitman - stealth but ones where you either get bank or murder people in elaborate ways, as well as Sea of Thieves and she gets the whole crew in on playing

Usopp - he's huge on FPS games, mainly ones that are a power fantasy like Halo, Gears of War, but also loves Sniper Elite games and Jedi Fallen Order/Survivor. The out of left field one though is Risen 2 as he gets to be a captain of his own crew

Sanji - I'll say now he hates Cooking Mama although he's really good at it - he loves Dance Dance Revolution, SIFU, those weird free Steam dating sims, but also loves fishing minigames

Chopper - any and all farming type sims like Animal Crossing, Stardew Valley, and if he plays an RPG he can never be mean to anyone and reloads hours of game to make sure he's made the kindest choices

Robin - No Man's Sky, Tomb Raider games, she gets lost in big games to try and find those one of a kind weapons and gear to store in her in-game house - for example Bethsoft RPGs and making her house a museum

Franky - Cyberpunk 2077, The Turing Test etc as can be expected, but also plays a load of Sims titles as it reminds him of his Franky Family, he also plays online games with them where he can

Jinbe - he barely plays any games and has to have a lot explained to him, but he plays alongside others, likes the Buzz quiz games as it tests his knowledge, plays some Mario Kart, and wildly dominates at fighting games but no one knows how or why, even him.

#video games #gaming #one piece #op #monkey d. luffy #luffy #straw hat luffy #straw hat crew #straw hat pirates #roronoa zoro #zoro #cat burglar nami #nami #usopp #sniper king usopp #tony tony chopper #chopper #nico robin #robin #franky #cutty flam #cyborg franky #jinbe #fishman island #one piece fanfiction #imagines #Annie talks about anime

[radiofreederry]

What's your top ten games look like?

Disco Elysium

Red Dead Redemption II

Fallout New Vegas

The Legend of Zelda: The Wind Waker

Persona 5/Royal

Pokemon White Version

Persona 3/Reload

Luigi's Mansion

Halo Reach

Ty the Tasmanian Tiger

#asks

[tildeathiwillwrite]

Merry Whumpmas 2023 Day 6: No Where to Go

TW: mentioned abuse, gunshot wounds, running away, death, swearing

Hero stumbled through the night, hand pressed firmly over the throbbing, fiery wound in their side as the rain beat down upon them, soaking them to the skin and filling their shoes with water. Just a little further, they thought to themselves, skirting the halo of light emitted by a nearby lamp post. One more step. Now another.

And another.

Keeping their thoughts in line forced them to focus on walking, on getting to the only place of safety left to them. It kept their thoughts away from the cuts, bruises, and—ONE! MORE! STEP!

Hero was nearing a rough part of the city, and they knew it. But they had to keep moving; this was the last place their former allies would think to look for them. And, hopefully, the person who controlled this section of the city with an iron fist wouldn’t notice them either. Why would Hero, their sworn enemy, seek refuge in their territory? It would be a death sentence.

But, seeking refuge elsewhere also spelled death, so it no longer mattered to Hero. What mattered now was moving erratically, randomly, keeping their former allies guessing.

They heard the police sirens before they saw the car on the road ahead, racing toward them at high speeds. “Shit!”

Hero ducked into a nearby alley and pressed against the wall. They waited, not daring to breathe as the police car screamed past, the flashing lights temporarily blinding them.

They blinked, trying to regain their vision. When they opened their eyes again, a figure had appeared before them. Hero, in their dazed, terrified state, screamed and tried to run, but the figure darted in their path. 

“Where do you think you’re going, Hero?” Whumper said, smirking.

Hero backed away further down the alley. “S—stay back! Don’t…don’t come any closer!”

Whumper chuckled, causing the hairs on Hero's neck to rise. “You're not in a position to make demands like that, Hero.” They stalked closer, keeping just barely out of reach.

“I…I’ll use my powers on you!” Hero threatened. Their voice shook, betraying their fear.

Whumper outright laughed, a loud, explosive sound. Hero flinched back another step. Whumper focused their gaze sharply upon them, the grin on their lips not meeting their eyes. In the dim light from the street, their eyes appeared cold as ice. 

“Go ahead,” they taunted, “by all means, use your powers. Take what concentration's keeping you upright and KILL ME THEN!”

The sharp crack of a gunshot echoed in the night.

Whumper’s eyes went wide, and they stumbled backward, putting a hand to their chest. It came away bloody. Their eyes flicked up at Hero, who gaped at the hole directly piercing their heart. Whumper crumbled to the ground like a sadistic, lying, murderous pile of bricks, their cold, cold eyes staring lifelessly.

“Well, they did ask for it,” a voice said from behind Hero in a matter-of-fact tone.

Hero whirled around. Villain stood a few feet behind them, reloading their signature handgun. They turned their cool gaze upon Hero, who staggered back a step. Hero couldn't ignore the throbbing wound in their side any longer. Hot blood welled up, leaking out from the hasty bandage they’d—

“What the hell are you doing here?” Villain demanded. They’d pointed their handgun toward the ground, but Hero had seen them in action; they knew how fast they could aim and fire.

Hero’s breathing came faster now. Darkness threatened to close in on their vision. “I…” they stammered, “I… I didn’t… didn’t have… anywhere…”

Their knees buckled beneath their weight, and they collapsed. Something clattered on the ground. Hero realized Villain had dropped their gun to catch them. Villain’s eyes were wide, staring at the gaping wound in Hero’s side. Blood stained their hands as they held Hero upright. 

“What the hell did they do to you?”

Was that… concern? For Hero, Villain’s own worst enemy? Hero almost wanted to laugh at the absurdity of it all.

“I can’t believe I’m saying this, but you’re safe now. I’m not going to hurt you.”

Hero smiled. “I… I hoped you… would…” they murmured as consciousness retreated. The last thing they registered before the sweet unknowing of darkness enveloped them was movement, Villain carrying them somewhere unknown.

To safety.

Part 2 | Part 3

#merry whumpmas #my writing #whumpee #whump scenario #implied abuse #gunshot wounds #death #hero x villain #whump #stubborn whumpee

[devileaterjaek]

#halo #halo 2 #halo mcc #mcc #the master chief collection #halo the master chief collection #bungie #fps #first person shooter #smg #dual wielding #battle rifle #master chief #the covenant #elites #grunts #shotgun #reload animation