#spartan 104

[biomecharnotaurus]

Get sliced

#Fred 104 #halo #Spartan II

[empresskadia]

Halo self-insert thought...kinda

Can you imagine John's reaction to finding out his partner became a Spartan-IV when he came back? When he sees them again, they're different yet the same. There is a hardness to them he hasn’t seen before, but when they look at him, they just soften to the person he remembers.

And later, when they're alone, he traces all their new scars and old wounds from battles he knows nothing about. The wound of Cortana being gone is still fresh but now he blames himself for his partner’s suffering too. In his mind, he’s let down two people close to him, regardless of what you tell him. John doesn’t even know how to ask why you did this or how this happened, he just feels so much guilt, like he's to blame for this happening, that he couldn't keep his promise to protect you.

He will do his damn best to reroute orders to have you on Blue team, only to find out you’ve met them and they've been watching your back this whole time and you theirs. Fred just gives you a nod and greeting, saying it's good to see you again and he's glad you're doing well [aka glad you're not dead], Kelly bumps her shoulder against yours affectionately, something she only ever does with her spartans, asking if you're ready to cause trouble and Linda shocks John by giving you a spartan smile on your helmet, which you promptly return. He has no idea who you're asking about when you turn to Fred and wonder about the Ferrets and company, a note of warmth taking hold in your tone.

He finds out it's Kelly who hunted his partner down the moment she heard rumors about you being involved with him and made it her personal mission to watch over you, a mission that Fred and Linda jump aboard instantly without even meeting his partner first. When Fred found out you joined the Spartan IV program, he requested your transfer to Blue team indefinitely and the three had trained you to be the best after them. So that you could survive their world to see John again and he feels his chest constrict when he knows he's the reason you signed yourself up for their world of bloodshed and war.

#I think about this alot #too #something about John being devastated about his partner becoming a spartan #just gets me going and clicking me nails #halo #halo series #john 117 #master chief #john 117 x reader #master chief x reader #fred 104 #linda 058 #kelly 087 #blue team #imagine #halo headcanon #headcanon #halo x reader #spartan reader #my writing

[halobirthdays]

Happy birthday to Spartan Frederic-104!

Today is his -487th birthday!

As a Spartan-II, Fred has participated in hundreds of engagements against both the Insurrection and the Covenant. He is notable for his leadership skills and skill in close-quarters engagement.

Since the end of the Human-Covenant war, Fred is technically the commander of Blue Team, though out of respect and affinity, usually defers leadership to John-117 if he is present.

Fred is arguably the most socially adept member of Blue Team, being highly observant and better attuned to reading others, which is an asset to his leadership skill. This also allows him to form relationships outside of the Spartans, including his friendship with Veta Lopis. Like all of Blue Team, Fred is bonded to and deeply loyal to his team.

In canon (~2560), Fred is turning 49!

#fred 104 #spartan ii #blue team #frederic 104 #halo

[argentumcor]

I realize I was the same rank as Fred when I got out of the military and that's why his attitude is so relatable.

"Well...command will sort it out, my people are fine, technically the mission was a success. Yes, I've been run over by a truck but I've been the equivalent of run over by a truck before."

Facts.

Also John totally passed off all the paperwork to Fred when the team got back together. "You're the officer." And he had no defense against this because it is true. Also maintenance reports, those are all Fred's problem until the end of time. John just gets to be cool, Fred has to do the paperwork.

#halo #fred-104 #halo retribution #the existence of a luckiest spartan implies an unluckiest spartan #blue team #where is blue team 343 #tell me where blue team is

[helix-studios117]

Halo Reloaded: Birthday

On the morning of his birthday, Spartan Fred-104, known to his few friends simply as "Fred," was up with the sun. His day was planned with military precision: drills at 0800, tactical review at 1030, lunch (nutrient-rich, flavor-poor) at 1200. Birthdays? A frivolous civilian indulgence.

But Fred's world was about to be turned upside down, courtesy of a certain Kelly-087.

As Fred emerged from the barracks, lost in thoughts of plasma rifle calibration, a blue streak hurtled towards him. It was Kelly, his girlfriend, who believed in birthdays with the fervor of a child writing to Santa. Before Fred could react, she landed a smacker right on his lips, knocking the stoic right out of his Spartan training.

"Happy Birthday, Freddie!" she exclaimed, practically bouncing in her armor.

Fred blinked, his brain rebooting. "Uh, thanks, Kelly. You know I don't really do birthdays."Kelly rolled her eyes, her tone dripping with mock exasperation. "Yes, I'm aware, Mister Party Pooper. But guess what? I've hijacked your birthday. Command's given us the day. No arguments, sir!"

Fred raised an eyebrow, a small smile betraying his amusement. "Hijacked, huh? Should I be concerned?"

She grinned, mischief sparkling in her eyes. "Terrified."

The day was unlike anything Fred had experienced. First, they were ferried to a secret spot on Reach, so picturesque it seemed stolen from a holiday brochure. There, surrounded by the symphony of nature, they enjoyed a picnic. Kelly had somehow managed to find real food – a miracle on a military base.

As they ate, Kelly chattered about everything from the latest Mongoose models to the antics of their fellow Spartans. Fred, usually a man of few words, found himself drawn into the conversation, his usual reserve melting away.

"Did you know that Johnson actually tried to arm wrestle an Elite?" Kelly laughed, recounting the tale.

Fred chuckled. "I would've paid good money to see that."The day took a turn for the surreal when Kelly revealed her next surprise – a dance lesson. A bewildered Fred found himself being spun around a makeshift dance floor, set up in an abandoned hangar.

"Left foot, Fred, not the right!" Kelly corrected, laughter in her voice.Fred stumbled, uncharacteristically clumsy. "I'm a Spartan, not a dancer," he protested, though a grin was spreading across his face.

As evening fell, they found themselves by a serene lake. A small boat, adorned with twinkling lights, awaited them. They rowed out, the water reflecting the fiery hues of the sunset.

Kelly's voice turned soft, her usual energy giving way to a rare vulnerability. "I know today's just another day for you. But I wanted to make it special. Because you're special to me, Fred. More than any mission, any battle."

Fred looked at her, this woman who was his equal in battle and his anchor in life. "Kelly, I... Thank you. I don't know what to say."

"Just say you'll remember this day," she replied, her eyes shining with emotion.Fred took her hand, feeling a warmth that had nothing to do with the setting sun. "I'll remember. Not because it's my birthday. But because it's a day I spent with you."

As they drifted under the stars, Fred realized that life wasn't just about duty and discipline. It was also about these moments of unexpected joy, the warmth of companionship, and yes, even silly birthday celebrations.

And as they sat there, side by side, he knew that no matter what the future held, they would face it together. Because in the end, it wasn't the battles that defined them, but the moments in between – moments filled with laughter, love, and the occasional stolen kiss.

@ionlymadethissoicouldleaveanask, @makowrites, @authortobenamedlater, @mrtobenamedlater.

#halo #halo fanfic #halo fanfiction #master chief fanfiction #master chief #master chief fanfic #halo headcanon #Halo au #fred 104 #kelly 087 #fred 104 x kelly 087 #fred/kelly #blue team #spartans #halo reloaded #ultimate universe

[crystalsandbubbletea]

Berat: Where's Lopis?

Locke: Don't worry, I'll find her.

Locke, shouting: Fred sucks!

Veta, distantly: Fred is the best person ever! Fuck you!

Locke: Found her.

#incorrect quotes #halo incorrect quotes #incorrect quotes with oc and canon characters #halo #veta lopis #frederic 104 #fred 104 #fred-104 #frederic-104 #berat adil emre yukime #jameson locke #spartan iv oc #spartan-iv oc #halo oc

[pedroam-bang]

Halo 5: Guardians (2015)

#2015 #gaming #concept art #science fiction #Halo 5 #Guardians #Halo #Frederic-104 #Kelly-087 #Linda-058 #Master Chief #John-117 #Blue Team #Jameson Locke #Locke #Holly Tanaka #Olympia Vale #Edward Buck #Fireteam Osiris #Spartan #UNSC #Pelican #Warthog

[lialacleaf]

The Chief and the Intern - The Brave and the Bold - Master Chief X Reader

Masterlist

You felt a pounding in your head like nothing you had ever experienced in your life. Someone gently called you, but the moment you tried to open your eyes to see who it was, the fluorescent lights above you made you squeeze your eyes shut once again. 

“(Y/LN)....(Y/FN)? My name is Dr. Aldias, can you hear me?” The voice was soft and soothing, and you felt as if you could willingly drown in it. “I’m sorry, I don’t think she’ll be awake to talk to you anytime soon,” the doctor said, and your brow furrowed in confusion. 

“Understood, Ma’am.” You recognized that voice. It was the one that had promised to get you to safety. The Master Chief himself. 

“Master Chief?” you murmured, and the room fell silent. You heard heavy footfalls approach your bed and groaned, feeling as if every step he took was a nail being drilled into your skull. 

“Yes Ma’am?” he asked, and when you opened your eyes, his gloved hand was shielding your eyes from the bright light. 

“The research base…some of us didn’t escape…” His helmeted head nodded in understanding. “We’re prepping a team for insertion. Command was hoping you’d have some valuable information.” 

You nodded, attempting to very slowly sit up, a task he quickly aided you with, keeling at your bedside. His hands were warm on your shoulders as he helped situate you more comfortably. “The banished wanted the colony's resources, or at least the ones in production. They kept a lot of us alive to work, myself included.”

His hand settled on your knee, and you blinked in surprise. “Were there any other civilians?” he asked gently. 

“Not anymore,” you murmured, answering his unspoken question. You attempted to stand, but his hands moved back to your shoulders, preventing you from going anywhere. 

“You need to stay here and recover. According to Dr. Aldias, you’re suffering from head trauma,” he stated bluntly. 

“I want to help,” you argued. “I may not be a soldier but-”

“You’re staying here,” he finalized, squeezing your shoulders softly. 

“My friends are down there, I spent months living with those people,” you argued. 

He cocked his head at you contemplatively, as if he were mulling his words over carefully. “Most civilians don’t make it out of combat alive. By the time my team is sent in, there are none of you left, and we’re hauling out as many marines as we can. I was lucky to find you before anything happened. The last thing I want to see down there is a dead civilian, so how about you stay up here so I don’t have to? Can you do that for me?” 

You felt your jaw go slack as you stared at him. If Dr. Aldias’ reaction of widened eyes was anything to go by, you supposed that was far more personable than Spartans, than the Master Chief, would usually behave. “I…ok,” you stumbled over your words, your eyes falling away from his visor. 

He gave your shoulder another soft squeeze. “Thank you.” And then he was gone, off to prep his team for a rescue mission. He’d thanked you. As if he hadn’t saved your life, carried you to the med-bay, and talked you down from rushing into battle to get yourself killed. 

The more you thought about it the more embarrassed you became. You were probably only so agitated and determined due to your concussion. You leaned back against your bed and groaned as Dr. Aldias went about checking your vitals. 

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen him so…personable,” she commented after a moment of silence. 

Your head shot up curiously. “What do you mean?” you asked. 

“Oh I’m sure it’s nothing,” she murmured, shaking her head. You blinked in confusion as she took a few notes down on her clipboard. “Get some rest, (Y/N).”

When you awoke the second time, the lights were dimmed, and your eyes had to adjust to the lack of light. The clock on the wall read 2200 hours, and you found yourself having to count backward to determine the time. 

Dr. Aldias was nowhere to be seen, and your stomach had begun to rumble hungrily. When was the last time you’d had a meal? Well, you hadn’t exactly had a real meal in quite a while. The banished hadn’t been feeding you very well to begin with. 

You considered trying to find the mess hall yourself, but starships were massive, and you didn’t know where to find any shoes. You carefully got to your feet, looking around for any sign of your uniform shoes. Would it be appropriate for you to explore in your socks and med-bay scrubs? It wasn’t as if you were wearing a hospital dress. 

You were so lost in thought that you didn’t notice the hulking figure in the corner of the room stand from his seat. He was deathly quiet, and when you backed into him it was all you could do to contain a shriek. 

His hands shot out to steady you, and you swallowed thickly. “Chief…I didn’t know you were here, maybe make a little more noise next time,” you suggested with a tinge of embarrassment clouding your voice. 

“Apologies, you seemed bothered by it before. I take it that means your head is feeling better?”

You blinked in surprise. He had remembered that? Was that also why the lights had been dimmed? “No, no it’s ok,” you insisted, pinching the bridge of your nose. “It’s fine, I’m fine.” you weren’t entirely sure who you were trying to convince. 

“Ma’am,” he stated softly. 

“(y/n),” you corrected. You were sick of being called Ma’am. You weren’t an officer or anyone of high importance really. You were an intern, and you couldn’t help but feel like a rather pathetic one after the display you’d put on when he’d found you. 

“(y/n), considering the events of the past few days, it would be completely understandable if you were not fine.”

You weren’t sure what to say to that. It was beginning to unnerve you that you couldn’t see his face. How were you supposed to read him with that visor in the way? Maybe that was the point, you supposed. 

“When is Dr. Aldias coming back?” you asked softly. You needed food, and some shoes, and maybe some pain meds for the pain in your shoulders. 

“Dr. Aldias is…overwhelmed at the moment,” he murmured. 

“With the survivors?” you asked. You had completely forgotten about that. He nodded rather grimly, and you couldn’t help but feel…alone. You didn’t know anyone else on this ship. You didn’t even know who you were supposed to report to. With a heavy sigh, you found yourself taking a seat on your cot. “What am I supposed to do,” you whispered to yourself. 

The Chief regarded you with the tilt of his helmet. You looked lost, and alone. He knew what being alone felt like. Until he’d been re-uinited with Blue Team he’d felt very alone. Especially after losing Cortana. He couldn’t help but think back to the sight of you curled in on yourself on the battlefield, and felt his stomach drop. Whatever you had felt in that moment, he didn’t want you to ever feel again. 

How he was supposed to make you feel better was an absolute mystery to him however, and he simply put a hand on your shoulder. “(y/n)?” he called softly as your eyes became a little glassy. 

You screwed your eyes shut, not wanting to burden the Chief with witnessing you cry. “I don’t know where my shoes are,” you murmured, voice coming out hoarce. He cocked his head at you, but you couldn’t decipher the nature of it. “Or where the mess is, or my clothes,” you ranted softly. 

“(y/n),” he said sternly, gaining your attention. “Everything is going to be just fine. Those things can be taken care of. We can even contact your family if you’d like,” he offered. 

Oh God, your family. They probably thought you were dead after not having been contacted by you for months. It took a moment for it to even register what a kind offer that was. “I appreciate the offer but…don’t you also have more pressing responsibilities?” you asked, trying to be as considerate as possible. He was the Master Chief after all. 

He was quiet for a moment, before kneeling down in front of you as his hands settled on either side of his helmet before, much to your surprise, lifting it off his head and setting it on the cot beside you. “My team and I have been ordered to remain on the Infinity for the time being. I promise you it’s no distraction.” 

Your eyes swept over his face before landing on those clear blue eyes set on either side of a broad nose, shrouded beneath dark eyebrows. He tilted his head at you in an almost curious manner. You looked softer without the barrier of his visor between the two of you. “Shouldn’t you be taking the opportunity to rest yourself?” you asked. 

He raised one of those thick brows at you, the ghost of a smile flashing across those lips. “I’ve had plenty of rest of the past few days.” 

Your eyes narrowed in a mix of confusion and disbelief. “Days?” you asked. He nodded affirmatively. 

“You’ve been here for three, to be exact,” he explained, standing to his full height. “Considering how long you’ve been out, it’s no surprise you’d be hungry.” He offered you a hand up, delicately holding onto you when you took it. 

The Chief’s eyes roved over your face, and his blank expression turned into a frown as he took in the bruises on the right side of your face, momentarily reliving the relief he’d felt when he’d scooped you up to find that you were, in fact, alive after that grenade had sent you flying. He’d watched too many people die, too mant fiends, too many allies. He hadn’t been able to save hundreds of people in New Pheonix, or Cortana, or his Spartans, Miranda, Johnson, Sam. The list went on and on. But he’d saved you. And that had felt…rewarding. Like he wasn’t entirely useless. He didn’t realize how badly he had needed that until you were nestled in his arms. 

It had felt like having a purpose again, he realized. “Clothes first, then food,” he said, and you nodded in approval. 

“Thanks you,” you murmured, swallowing what remained of your anxiety and sadness. Neither of those things would help you right now.“And I’d like to apologize, I was a bit…confused before. I wasn’t thinking clearly. I didn’t mean to be difficult.” 

You could have sworn you saw his lips quirk in amusement. “Normal for someone experiencing a brain injury, I’d say. And brave of you,” he added as an afterthought. 

“I didn’t feel very brave when I was knocked on my ass that morning.”

“It’s harder to keep a clear head in real combat,” He answered, leading you out of your little room, placing his helmet on as the two of you left the med-bay behind. You couldn’t help but think that if you were going to continue working for the UNSC, that might just be a good skill to learn. And you were pretty sure you were looking and the best damn teacher too. Baby steps, you thought. For now, you needed a meal.

I'm thrilled so many people are interested in this little series, hope you all enjoy~

@zizzlekwum @117s-girl @embarrassedauthornerd

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#spartan 117 #john 117 #master chief #halo #john117 #blue team #kelly 087 #linda 058 #fred 104 #master chief x reader #halo fanfiction

[magellanicclouds]

My father has dubbed your version of Fred “call center Fred.” Because he has a look on his face “like he should be over seeing a call center.” Lol I thought that was the weirdest yet funniest description. Just thought I’d share, love your art btw :)

Call center Fred! > v < What a very specific way to describe him. I'm not sure either what it is in him that that could really mean, but it sounds like it means he's very business-y maybe? but also extremely tired. Which- in that sort of case would fit really well. Please tell your father for me that I appreciate his assessment and that we have been trying to reach him about his car's extended warranty-

#we need to give him one of those telephone headset pieces #and a coffee mug with a snappy cliche on it #actually he would be excellent at managing routine task based work - all the spartans would #but fred himself always adds a kind of special anxiety to things #god he's so tired #halo #fred 104

[ask-blue-team]

Who is winning in Monopoly or UNO?

Fred: What’s UNO?

Linda: It’s Spanish for one.

John: It’s me, I always win.

John: What was the game?

Kelly: No you guys, Monopoly and UNO are popular games from the late twentieth and early twenty first centuries.

John: Ok so yeah I would definitely win.

Fred: Why would you name a game “one”?

Linda: Why do you know that, Kelly?

Kelly: I was really bored after Cortana attacked and the only things in the ship systems that were working were the historical archives.

John: We should definitely play those games I think it would be fun.

Linda: I think not.

Fred: Nobody plays cards with you anymore for a reason, John.

#John is very competitive #fun fact I have no idea if monopoly and uno are still around in the 2050s but the card game hearts is #it is also cannon that the Spartans play cards occasionally #john 117 #kelly 087 #linda 058 #fred 104 #ask blue team #master chief #halo

[biomecharnotaurus]

Heheh heh

#Fred 104 #halo #Spartan II #blue team

[empresskadia]

You know, the angst of a Spartan's partner dying is all well and good, but what about a Spartan's significant other almost dying? It's angsty but not too much so.

Even better, what if you almost died because of them before they ever admitted their feelings? Even better, what if the only reason you nearly died is because you took a wound for them instead? A wound that would have only hospitalized them for a week or so, but nearly kills you. So, they're left to watch you in intensive care fighting for your life.

The drama would be dramaing and I'm here for it. But let me hit you with another angsty thought, what if they accidentally hurt you? By some sort of miscalculation and you ended up hospitalized cause of them. Just thinking about how utterly shitty Fred-104 would feel and his thoughts are spiraling "because of him, because of him, because of hi-"

Or John-117 having a constant flashback to the ODSTs he killed right out of augmentation and he keeps thinking of it happening to you, of your blood being on his hands-

All the Spartans are seen in the medical wing of the ship off and on, some more than others. Linda-058 keeps in the shadows, so none of the staff can kick her out and she can stay as long as she wants.

No one dares to tell Kelly-087 to leave, sometimes she disappears and the staff isn't exactly sure when she came back. Some of them start second-guessing if she left at all.

Naomi-010 doesn't leave your side unless she's ordered on a mission but returns to the same spot as soon as she's done. It's not that she doesn't trust the staff, it's more so to protect you if something happens. It's what she keeps telling herself at least.

#halo #halo series #spartans #spartan IIs #halo x reader #fred 104 #john 117 #master chief #naomi 010 #i hate to say it but i'm living for this #like ooooo #asks #I shouldn't want sad spartans but the parasite in me wants it #kelly 087 #linda 058 #thanks for your patience <3

[owlofthenight117]

Blue team- Marshmallows

John: burnt marshmallows. The rest of the team hates him for it.

Linda: she is patient and waits for a perfectly golden-brown marshmallow.

Kelly: it takes to long to cook in the fire. She eats them raw.

Fred: so paranoid about getting the perfect marshmallow that it ends up slightly over done or slightly under done. John also won’t stop setting Fred’s marshmallows on fire with his burning marshmallow.

Sam: he doesn’t like them. Too sugary, he literally cannot have them, it makes him throw up.

Part 2

Master list

#halo blue team #halo headcanons #linda 058 #fred 104 #halo #halo shitpost #incorrect quotes #john 117 #kelly 087 #blue team #halo spartan #blue team having fun #blue team stories #why are we here? #samuel #battleofthemarshmallows #fight for burnt marshmallow freedom

[whotookmytomato]

John walks into the Spartan barracks: hey have you seen Kelly?

Fred: She was just here but she went to the gym.

Locke sitting up from his bunk: Would you two be quiet there's a Spartan trying to sleep here!

Fred: then be quiet you might wake him.

#halo #halo shitpost #john 117 #fred 104 #spartan locke #source: mash

[helix-studios117]

Anon asks: "Who would you make Halo about if it wasn't Chief?"

Okay, being shadowbanned means I can't get access to anon-asked questions; so I'm just gonna relay the question and THEN answer it.

My answer: Fred-104 and Vannak-134 are the top contenders for "Master Chief successors/replacements," as I believe both characters have VERY STRONG main-character material. Vannak certainly has Chief's stoic and professional personality, as well as his ability to kick ass, he seems to embody the beautiful simplicity of John's character; but by contrast, Fred seems to be more in-depth and fleshed out compared to Vannak, and thus, is a stronger and more compelling protagonist.

If Vannak is Bunige!Chief, then Fred is 343!Chief.

Either way, I'm parital to both and I'm content with writing two main-characters who fill in different roles, both of which Chief fills.

But if I HAD to pick just one? Fred is the better choice.

#halo #halo fanfic #halo fanfiction #master chief #master chief fanfiction #master chief fanfic #halo tv show #halo the series #blue team #john 117 #vannak 134 #fred 104 #halo headcanon #Halo au #spartans #silver team

[ladyknightskye]

Had the realization today while writing a fic that of all the stuff in Halo, the most unrealistic part is that there aren’t any stories about all the gross stuff six year olds do to the adults around them. Poor Senior Chief Mendez absolutely had a Spartan-II trainee sneeze into his open mouth. Deja has witnessed one of her unbelievably smart charges pick their nose and eat the booger. Halsey made the mistake of allowing a kid to cuddle while they didn’t feel good and gotten a lap full of vomit.

#halo #halo shitpost #catherine halsey #spartan ii #kelly 087 #sneezed #john 117 #ate his own mucus #fred 104 #vomited in her lap