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the night will be over soon | the master chief

I have used this title before. Don't judge me. And I also remember approximately none of Halo Four, so forgive me if some of the nods to that in this are not accurate LOL

Anyway, this is for @empresskadia -- the whole plot is entirely her idea. I just saw it and went ''oh I could kill writing this'' so here I am! hurt/comfort incoming! I just changed a tiny bit of this to match the overall idea I was going for here.

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Things are out of focus. Blurry. Hard to remember. The only things that John can recall are the hue of Cortana outside the pod, the cold, and the darkness.

And your screaming. It was the last thing he recalled when The Arbiter pulled you towards him - a silent request from The Master Chief to keep you safe that he somehow understood - as The Forward Unto Dawn split in two.

It's been four years. John is very accustomed to it now. The dark, the cold, the dreams. At least the dreams are pleasant.

Your reality, however? Not so much.

They start you off with the augmentations. You can barely believe you've made it here, conscripted to be a Spartan Four.

You hadn't even met the majority of Blue Team until they'd intercepted you on The Infinity not long after you had been brought aboard. Kelly knew who you were almost immediately upon reading your file. Blue hadn't even met you yet. She'd heard rumors about your involvement with the Chief, and due to intimately knowing John's heart, she'd taken it upon herself to be your silent guardian.

John had lost enough. He didn't need to lose the one person he genuinely loved.

"You think this is the one?"

"Oh yeah," Kelly and Fred looked upon the digital file of your face in the debrief room of the Infinity. All of the data in your file pointed to you being heavily involved with The Master Chief and the Arbiter during the Human Covenant War. "That's them."

Lasky had been the one to convince you to stay. You were content to just.. disappear. It would've been easier to deal with John being gone if you just went away inside.

Dreams were more pleasant than reality. And they most often reared their ugly head when you were in the midst of the augmentations.

You remember many a night that Cortana had drawn you to his quarters when he was in the throes of a nightmare. It was fortunate you were a light sleeper anyway, because the only way you knew it was her was the incessant beeping and your door to your own quarters suddenly opening without anyone on the other side.

"Cortana?"

Nothing. You slowly got out of bed and followed the blue lights that illuminated the darkened hallway until they stopped to blink repeatedly at John's door. You paused. He was still always so hesitant to be vulnerable around you. John was not a man of words, but often actions, and being able to spill his raw and aching heart onto the floors of his bedroom is.. incomprehensible. He doesn't think himself capable of it.

You'd never forget how he looked there. Bathed in moonlight, head in his hands, desperately trying to control his uneven breathing and racing heart.

You silently approached from the doorway, settling down on your knees in front of him to take his hands into your own. You knew better than to believe he wasn't aware of your presence from the moment you'd come to the door.

Hands at your lips, you kiss each of The Master Chief's scarred knuckles, your eyes never leaving his. There's an echo of a song lingering in the humming that follows. It's familiar. Comforting. He hadn't known you could sing.

The softness there in your eyes - the humanity, something that you had been reminding him that he was capable of - was what made it just a little bit easier for John to breathe.

And brought the whole world back into focus.

***

They augment you. You become accustomed to the sound of your own screaming. You become accustomed to pain, and fear, and a deeply rooted desire to do for others what John had been doing for you for so long.

You ache for being protected. You ache for the solace of John, of his arms, of being home again. But home had disappeared four years ago. There was no going back to it.

Being a Spartan obligated you to be complacent in a world of bloodshed and war.

so much for keeping that humanity.

You familiarize yourself with the trigger. Grow used to pulling it, grow used to taking orders, grow used to excelling and succeeding. You struggle at first. They tell you that you aren't built for this. You know you aren't.

You push yourself harder. For John. To honor him.

However, little known to you, you're being watched by three guardian angels. The entirety of Blue Team has taken it upon themselves to ensure your safety. It's their way of honoring their fallen brother.

The last thing you're expecting is for them to approach you. It's well into the night, and you're running sims for the fourth hour in a row when it suddenly shuts down and you find yourself face to face with three Spartan Two's.

You jump to stand at attention. "Sir! Ma'am!"

All three remove their helmets and flash identical looks. They almost look like they're scolding you. "You don't need to salute. Not us. We're not the Chief," The male remarks playfully. "But you know that, don't you?"

"Everyone knows who you are." You reply as you point at each of them. "Fred-104, Kelly-087, and Linda-058. You're legends. What on Earth do you want with me?"

"It's not what we want," Linda interjected. "It's what you've given. We know."

Every cell of your body froze. You struggled to swallow as your blood ran cold, the memory of John's hands in your own and his lips at the crown of your head flashing at the forefront of your memory. Such a precious thing.. memories. They often make their way into your dreams.

"What do you want?" You repeated.

"We don't think John is dead. And since we don't think that, we've taken it upon ourselves to succeed in our self-appointed mission." Fred pointed a single finger at you. "Keeping you safe. Training you to be the best of the new Spartans, because we want you to be able to survive our world so you can see John again."

***

Time passed, and you left with Blue until you were called back to the Infinity. That was Fred's doing. Lasky had approved the transfer almost immediately. You found camaraderie with them. A unit.

And they did exactly what they said they would: Protected you, trained you to learn how to adapt to their world. You got good at it.

The better you got at being a Spartan, the more of your humanity you had to lose.

No one told you when John came back. No one told you when he came back, and Cortana came back, and it felt like all the air was sucked right from your lungs when Del Rio ordered you into the bridge and you found yourself staring at them both.

The memory of a night bathed in moonlight flashed before your eyes once again as you lifted your visor to meet the gold one across from you. Your tongue is heavy in your mouth, and all words escape you, but you can't bring yourself to look away from him.

"Master Chief," You say as firmly as possible. John is your superior officer, after all. "It is good to see you, sir."

He's beautiful. Beautiful, and here, and alive.

***

Cortana had to remind him three times that it wasn't a dream. That you were standing in front of him in Spartan armor, and that the person he'd left behind all those years ago was most definitely not the same one he was looking at now.

When you removed your helmet, his heart sank. There was a new scar on your face. Your eyes were hardened as you stood at attention for Lasky and Del Rio. What had you seen? What had you been through?

"Master Chief? We have a mission for you."

Why hadn't he been there to protect you from it?

***

Gone.

She's gone.

He trudges back to the Infinity with a heavy step and an even heavier heart after The Didact is defeated. There is nowhere to go, and no one to turn to, so The Master Chief finds himself in front of the windows overlooking the planet.

It's not the planet he's paying attention to. It's the moon.

"Chief."

Nothing. He should be paying attention because he's still required to be a soldier, but The Master Chief is very far away.

And it's usually you who ends up bringing him back.

"John." The desperate, quiet nature of the voice pleading with him to come back is what drew The Master Chief from his reverie. He's still in his armor, and the armor is the most protection he's had in four years, but the thought of being able to find sanctuary with you again is what caused him to turn around. You reached out with a waiting hand. "The night cycle will be over eventually. C'mon."

He allowed himself to be led into the darkness of your quarters aboard The Infinity. The moment that you both recognize that you're alone, you turn toward John and hesitantly reach your hands upward. He knows what this means. The two of you used to do this quite often.

John tipped his head forward, at your mercy, and allowed you to remove his helmet. Part of him was nervous that you would no longer want him the same way. That he was damaged goods.

But that hardened look he'd seen on the bridge is gone now, replaced by a gentle reverence illuminated by the moon outside as you whisper, "There you are. My Master Chief."

***

You can see the despair in his eyes the longer he traced the scars you'd obtained. John lay at your side, a singular finger tracing across your shoulder blades where the largest of the augmentation scars was.

"I should've been here. You should've never had to endure this." John confessed quietly. You didn't respond. Just the fact he was speaking his own thoughts out into the open was enough to keep you silent. His wounds are fresh. On display. With Cortana gone, and your own suffering he had not kept you from, you could tell that he blamed himself for all that had happened.

You shivered as his fingers traced the line of your hip before coming up to cup your jaw, turning your head toward him. He seemed to be most devastated about the scar on your face.

"Do you..." You swallowed the knot in your throat and leaned into the warmth of his palm. "Do you want me to tell you?"

There's a lot to tell him. A lot that you're hesitant to tell him because he carried his own demons and his own regrets and shortcomings like it was his own personal cross to bear.

So you tell him something better instead.

"I met Blue," You slide down the bed and tuck your head under his chin, wrapping both arms around his frame. "They ended up being my silent guardians for those first few years. Said they wanted to honor you by protecting me. Ended up being the primary ones who trained me" You laugh softly. "Maybe that's why I've made such a good Spartan."

Little known to you, one of the first things John had done upon returning to The Infinity was request your transfer to Blue Team. He hadn't anticipated that Kelly, Fred and Linda would find you first, much less train you.

He never wanted you to be like him. To be a soldier, to be a machine. You were too good for that. Too soft. Too human.

This wasn't what you were meant for.

Enveloped in your arms, The Master Chief slowly rubs circles into the base of your neck as your body falls limp in his embrace. He's humming something low under his breath. A song he'd forgotten he'd ever heard. It sounded like it was a memory.

Or maybe a dream.

Never mind the darkness

Never mind the storm

Never mind the blood red moon

The night will be over soon....

Hopefully your dreams are less tainted with red then his are.

#The Master Chief #The Master Chief x Reader #Master Chief x Reader

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playable-elite · 7 months

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If you had to pick a human land vehicle that you feel safest in, which would it be?

My experiences have been limited, but I can safely rule out the one you call a mongoose.

The Spartan knows why.

#answers #human vehicles #the master chief

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the-overanalyzer · 8 months

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he thinks he's so funny. and he's right

#halo #john-117 #terrence hood #the master chief #halo: escalation #i'll stick queue in my prayers

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short-honey-badger · 21 days

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Shore Leave 4

Smaller part today. John has his first sleepover and meets your cat.

Shore Leave Masterlist

The walk back to your apartment is a peaceful one, and you take the opportunity to point out your favorite café and the library where you spend your free time. John listens to you like he would listen to his superior's orders, cataloging your likes and dislikes. He wanted to be sure to remember everything you told him.

The two of you come to a stop once you reach the building, and you turn to tell your new friend goodbye, only to halt at seeing his expression. Since you met John, you've noticed that he keeps his emotions tight to his chest, nothing more than a furrow of his brow or a slight upturn of his lips. It doesn't bother you, however. Only adds to his alluring mystery.

“Would you like to come in?”

You can see the surprise that lights up in his eyes and smiles up at him, squeezing his hand.

“Yes.”

Your smile stretches into a grin, and you untangle your hand from his, swiping your card to allow you entry and holding the door open for John to step through. He follows you up to the fourth floor and then down the hall to apartment D-2. You swipe your card again, and the door pops open with a soft ding.

“MREWOWW.”

John can't help how he reacts at the sudden sound, and he moves on instinct, grabbing you by the waist and tugging you behind him and away from the threat. Adrenaline pumps through his veins, and he peeks inside to find the culprit.

A massive cat sits right inside the apartment door, long orange fur, and big green eyes stare him down. You can't help but giggle as John relaxes and releases you, allowing you to step through the door and bend to pick up the furball.

John shuts the door behind him and takes in your room with a quick glance. It looks nothing like the quarters he is used to. No, your home is cluttered but not dirty, giving it a comforting, homey vibe. John likes it. The spartan focuses back on you after a moment, and you introduce your cat.

“John, this is Nami. Nami, this is John.”

The cat meows again, so loud that he is surprised that the neighbors can't hear it. You grin at him and step forward.

“Let her sniff your hand first. She can be a bit judgemental.”

Slowly, the Master Chief presented his hand to the cat, and Nami leaned forward, sniffing deeply for a couple of seconds before shoving her head forward and under his hand, demanding pets from the new human in her territory.

John isn't prepared for how soft Nami is, and he gets lost in threading his calloused fingers through her silky fur, expression tinged with wonder.

You watch the exchange with a soft look. Anyone could tell at first glance that John wasn't used to a normal, everyday life like you were. No, this man, who had been so vague in his time in the UNSC, knew nothing but war. It makes you sad, but you don't pity him. That would just be disrespectful of his service. Anyone who wanted to fight had your respect, especially the Spartans.

Not that you knew that John was one. He hadn't told you for a reason, after all.

“Do you want to hold her?”

John glances down at you when you speak up, and nods, so you lead him over to the couch and gesture for him to sit. When he does, you hand Nami over and the spoiled baby curls up in his lap like she's always belonged there. With your hands free, you bounce into the kitchen and retrieve two bottles of water, handing one over for John to crack open with ease. You sit beside him on the couch, legs tucked under you and arm pressed against his own.

The two of you enjoy the comfortable silence. The only noise in the room was Nami and her thunderous purrs. You glance over at John and see that he wears an expression of muted wonder, his intense eyes relaxed and half lidded as he smooths his hand up and down the cat's back. You wonder when John had the chance to do something like this before today. You don't know if you would like the answer.

The Master Chief lets his mind wonder as he sits on your couch, feeling more like a normal man now more than ever before. His shoulders have relaxed, his head resting against the plush cushions, and John wishes that Cortana could see him. She had always pushed for him to express himself more, to be more than what the UNSC shaped him as. She had cared for him in a way that no one else had, and it had shattered him to watch her leave him.

He casts his eyes over to you where your head rests against his shoulder, one hand over his lap to thread your fingers in Nami's fur, and thinks that maybe you cared like Cortana too. You were soft, full of a childish joy, and a breath of fresh air of the horrors that the spartan had faced. His thoughts are interrupted when a new sound catches his sensitive ears, and he looks back down at you and notices how heavy your head has grown.

John shifts in his seat, adjusting his arm to instead wrap around your waist and rest your head against his chest. You shameless snuggle into him in your sleep, seeking the furnace that is his body heat. He leans down and presses his lips to your brow, arm tight and secure around you.

“I've got you,” he murmurs and then leans his head back again, eyes sliding shut, ears tuned to the sound of your soft snores.

#reader insert #fanfic #fluff #halo #halo x reader #the master chief #john 117 #john 117 x reader #john x you #master chief #halo tv show #halo series #shore leave

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movies-tv-more · 2 months

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Movie Releases for February 20, 2024

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midnightanddiamonds · 1 year

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Halo Infinite // The Trio, Named

Companion Set (X)

#Halo #Halo Infinite #Master Chief #Cortana #Fernando Esparza #The Master Chief #The Weapon #Echo 216 #John 117 #Turns up a year late with the companion set to the original gifs lmao #I've been meaning to make this for SO LONG #I was elated when the game made it clear that their names were going to be such an important theme #And then the final scene happened and I ASCENDED #I still love them all so very very much #My Gifs: Halo

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cafezaku · 1 year

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Love John Halos' boyfriend the Arbiter

#halo #the master chief #the arbiter

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flyingkicksofdoom · 16 days

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#117 #The Master Chief #Chuck

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peddestrian · 5 months

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This one youtuber is making polls asking who would win between Arthur Morgan and different insanely powerful characters and he keeps winning until it gets to Tuberculosis. Reason being because he can't use deadeye on it.

#rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #arthur morgan #john wick #agent 47 #batman #cyberpunk v #geralt of rivia #master chief #doomguy

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jordanator1000 · 1 year

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Happy Birthday, John

7 March 2511

#-488th Birthday #john s117 #spartan II #sierra 117 #eridanus II #blue team #halo #halo ce #halo2 #halo 3 #halo reach #the master chief #master chief #halo master chief collection #the soldier we needed you to be #happy birthday #finish the fight

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morganas-pendragons · 2 years

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succumb | the master chief

summary: john dreams of the one thing he’s desperate to have. You.

Sometimes in the quiet hours of the morning, John dreams. They’re fairly simple dreams when he’s younger. Dreams of desire to be able to live the childhood he knows deep down he will never have. Dreams to be back home on Eridanus II, surrounded by the love of his mother and father, and running with reckless abandon through the forest he calls home.

They change as he gets older. His dreams shift from home to horror. There’s no longer dreams of light and happiness and freedom. It’s just war.

That is.. until he meets you. John meets you, a fragment of a memory from his past, and he’s suddenly dreaming of something he hasn’t dreamt of since he was a child: Home. Waking up beside you, brushing hair from your face and admiring your beauty even in sleep, being able to feel you and call you his...

It’s a dream.

A dream he welcomes openly. It prompts him to want to sleep more.

The ones that make desire pool in his stomach are the ones where Silver isn’t around. Where he’s alone in the bunk room and dressed only in his fatigues, battle weariness settling on his shoulders so much that his body cannot carry weight anymore and he leans forward to hide his head in his hands.

That’s when he feels the ghost of lips against his arm. He already knows what it’s from. A side effect of the augmentation, the scar is thick and ridged and stands out so starkly against his skin that it’s practically impossible to hide. John had never been fazed by them before. He wasn’t one for insecurities.. but he had been so nervous once he started thinking about what you might think about his scars.

That was why he’d hidden them.

Until now.

John’s entire body shudders at the sensation of your lips burning his skin, fingertips trailing across his hipbones and upward until they settle just over where his heart is pounding.

“I wish you knew how loved you were, John.” Your voice is so soft he nearly doesn’t hear it even in the quietness of the room.

He doesn’t reply. John’s head slowly tips to the side, and he slowly breathes through his chest constricting and the dizziness that settles upon him whenever you begin to kiss your way upward to the column of his neck.

“I don’t deserve to be loved this way.” The words are out before he can stop them, and The Master Chief whines when your touch disappears just briefly before he’s then being pinned to the bed, his wrists trapped by your hands above his head.

What a view. He’s grown so used to sorched battlefields and the echoes of screams, but the view of the person he loves poised above him with that fixed, intense stare that screams adoration is something he can get used to.

He craves that. Wants that.

Is desire human?

“You listen to me, John-117.” Your voice is firm but gentle as you lean in closer, closer closer close enough that he can feel your breath fan his face as your eyes flicker from his eyes to his lips. “I don’t care how much blood is on your hands. I don’t care what sins you’ve had to commit. I am yours...”

Your lips hover just over his.

“And you are mine.”

And he always wakes up before he can kiss you.

***

One day, I will kiss you.

He seeks you out like a man on a mission the follow day. You’re alone in the gym set aside for the Spartans, back turned to him as you continue to aim your wrapped hands at the punching bag.

Heat pools in your stomach at the thought of John standing across from you, bare chested and poised to fight, and there’s something deep in you that says you want him to. You want him to pin you down with his body and kiss you until your lungs scream for air and your lips are swollen.

Is desire a human need?

Might as well be. It’s all you’re capable of feeling when you’re in proximity of the Master Chief.

You stop mid-stride to peer over your shoulder as the door shuts behind you. John moves in with all the grace of a battle hardened warrior, and you barely have enough time to react before his gaze is fixed on you.

Hungry.

“I keep having dreams,” John is speaking before you can stop him, and you very quietly shift on your feet as he paces the gym. “Dreams of things Halsey took from us. A life. And you know who’s in that dream of being able to live a real life? You. It’s always you-”

Your breath catches in your throat as you struggle to find your voice, “John-”

“You’ve always been gentle. The war didn’t ruin you like it ruined me.” His voice breaks as he stops mid-stride and runs his his hands over his face. “The truth didn’t ruin you like it ruined me.”

You make one very quick realization: The Master Chief has always had this unflappable appearance that makes him seem indestructible to others. It’s always been different around you. You are what makes John appear human.

And oh.. that’s going to ruin him.

You step into the gap between you and rest your hand against his chest. The action is gentle, barely perceptible, but just enough for John to look up at you. His gaze appears tired. He always appears tired.

“Why am I in your dreams?”

A single gloved hand snakes out to wrap around your hip. The air in the gym is electrified, practically drawing you and John together as he exhales slowly and presses his fingers into the flesh of your hipbones.

Then his eyes meet yours, and that hungry gaze fixes onto you as he slowly licks his lips.

It’s downright sinful. He is downright sinful.

“Because I’m in love with you,” You shiver as John leans inward, inhaling deeply as he travels downward to rest his face in the crook of your neck. You can tell he is desperately trying to reign in his control. “And I’m not supposed to be.”

I’m terrified to love you because it may ruin me.

“Succumb.” It’s a plea, not a demand, begging across the seam of parted lips in which you intend to lose yourself. “Stop resisting the temptation I know you feel, John-”

He shakes his head. Over and over and over again because he is a good Spartan, he’s followed the regulations to a fault, he can’t just- “I can’t.” He whispers. “I can’t. I just.. can't.”

“Why not?” You ask. “You may be a Spartan, a highly respected member in the UNSC, a good soldier and an even better friend... but you’re still human. You still have desires and urges because you’re human. And you’ve suffered. You’ve suffered enough.” You cup his face in your hands and trace his lips with your thumb. “I’m a sinner. Sanctify me.”

The fear on his face is evident, but John has spent far too much time dreaming about this to simply ignore his desires. Only mere seconds pass before you’re pressed against the wall - the body of the Master Chief completely hiding you from view - and completely at his mercy.

John exhales shakily. This is terrifying. It’s too reminiscent to the dreams he’s been having for the last couple of weeks, but he’s been denied too many things in his life. He’s been denied truth.

Denied being able to be John.

So this is him. This is John, just John, bending down to capture your lips with all the force of a (insert synonym for animal/gentle/soft here).

You sink into him without any hesitation. Despite the fact he’s now pinned your hands above your head and has a loose grip on your wrist, John is alarmingly aware of the hitch in your breath and the pounding of your heart as you tilt your head and whimper.

Oh. That sound may ruin him.

Because he’s so keen on being able to touch you, John releases your hands and groans when your fingers tangle in his hair and tug him impossibly closer until there is no space left between you.

“John,” You whine, gasping as he slots his knee between your parted thighs and bends his head to brush your hair over your shoulder and grant him access to your neck. Then he’s everywhere. Tongue and teeth and fingertips carefully gripping your hips for fear of hurting you. “We’re going to get caught...”

John growls quietly into your neck. “Let them.”

He loses himself in you, and you welcome it. In all of the time you’ve known John, he’s always been a man of action and never a man of word. Quiet, contemplative, and one of the most lethal Spartans in the UNSC. He’s always denied himself the ability to just be.. a human.

You tangle your fingers at his nape and pull him away from your neck - which is now red and deliciously burning beneath the scrape of his beard - to gaze into those hazel eyes you’ve become so intimately familiar with.

His breath catches as you peer at him. Wide eyes, swollen lips, and a heaving chest desperately trying to regain the breath he’s lost. “Y/N?” He whispers, grimacing as he clears the knot in his throat.

“John,” You say, and the name drops from your lips with adoration as he tilts his head into your hand. “I love you.”

Finally! You yelp as a shimmering blue figure bearing a remarkable resemblance to a woman appears beside you. I was wondering if I would have to interrupt to ensure he didn’t short circuit your respiratory system. Instead, I got to watch that!

“That’s Cortana.” John murmurs, and then you’re laughing as the AI timidly waves her greeting. “Who has no idea how to not be a nuisance.”

“Oh, I’m not complaining. She’s adorable.” Cortana grins as you turn away from your Spartan. “And I’m guessing she is the one who keeps you in line in the field?”

Something like that, Y/N.

In the dim light of the gym, you spy John’s head dipping to the side in a futile attempt to hide his blush.

“Make sure he doesn’t die doing something stupid. Okay?” You press your hands against your hips and raise a brow at Cortana who nods eagerly in reply. She reminds you a lot of an overgrown, overtly eager to please child. “I’d like him back in one piece.”

Does that include something stupid during inevitable sexual intercourse?

Then it was your turn to blush.

“Cortana!”

#Sierra 117 #Sierra 117 x Reader #The Master Chief #The Master Chief x Reader #Master Chief x Reader #Halo fanfic #Halo fanfiction

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