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Master Chief x Genfl!Reader
Chapter One; Meeting The Chief
I Won't - AJR
In retrospect, maybe they shouldn’t have abandoned the rest of her group to eat in the tech lab, let alone one that didn’t really belong to them. [Name] was surprised Halsey was even allowed to continue working as a developmental head after all she had done in most recent years. Still, that didn’t keep the elderly self entitled civilian consult from slithering her way into the laboratory just as [Name] was taking up a spoonful of their soup.
She didn’t notice them at first, which [Name] was silently thankful for. However there was a pause in her rummaging and suddenly they became all too aware of the sound of heavy footsteps coming down the hallways, metallic pedes pressing against the floor and causing a slight shake in the beakers in the table. Looking up enough to see a broad shouldered woman in bulky white armor enter the room, it didn’t take long for [Name] to feel the discomfort stirring in her stomach as she jotted down her notes from the Trojan meeting earlier.
Sinking to the floor from her seat, the agent simply rubbed her nose and silently prayed that they’d leave them be. Too much work to do, and too little time to think about it-… god knows when her team gets back from break they’d be on her case about the new designs for the Energy Surfers. Turning just slightly, [Name] rolled her lips between their teeth as their eyes ran over the Spartan, a pale woman with dark hair, darker eyes.
“Lastly had us to deploy to Eridanus… back when the… are you sure… keep in mind this is… when we got lost…” Their conversation was lost on [Name].
Pen scratches against paper as they turned back around, holding their notebook against her knees while her other hand would occasionally lift the warm spoon back up to her lips, after the pinch of hunger in her stomach reminded them of the task at hand.
“I have plans to work with Faulkner regarding his patents in transferable consciousness,” Halsey admitted quietly as another set of heavy footsteps approached and entered the lab.
“How do you know he will be inclined to…”
Nodding quietly to the soft melody being streamed in their head-… not literally, mind you-… [Name] hummed in a short whisper while they wrote everything they could think of as far as formulas for the anti-seizing serum Laurentius had mentioned patterning. The words exchanged between Halsey and the Spartan were cast upon deaf ears as the agents eyes remained glued to the page.
The quiet bliss of mental solitude, however, didn’t last long as suddenly their soup was knocked carelessly to the side. With no time to be irritated or pressed, [Name] cried out as she was lifted suddenly from her collar, a hand shooting around to grip whatever had caught her uniform.
“You have a shadow.” Came the deep voice of another Spartan, one clad in heavy green armor, yellow visor hiding any and all expression as [Name] dangled in his grasp. The sound of a heart pounding in their chest was all she could hear as she suddenly reached back, clawing at the man’s hand as Halsey took a few steps forwards before crossing her arms over her chest. For a few moments, [Name] felt the dread pool in their stomach as the woman’s lips pulled into a thin line, and only when she finally smiled did relief hit her in the gut.
“She’s been here the entire time, was here when I first came in. I assure you she is not a threat.” While grateful to be spoken for, [Name] still struggled against the Spartan’s grasp before suddenly tugging his hand, and a small sleeve appeared over her hand. It was Kelly who had reacted first, urging the male Spartan to put the agent down. He didn’t get the chance though, as a sudden pulse ran through his body after being conducted by the suit; He had been shocked.
Dropping the girl more out of surprise than in pain, the Master Chief looked down at his hand as [Name] stumbled slightly before steadying herself against the table. Only then did she release the breath she didn’t realize she had been holding the entire time, her wide eyes moving to their journal on the floor as they bent to grab it, stealing it against their chest before looking bat at Halsey. Not once did they take their back from the table, not giving them the chance to get behind her again.
“I tried to warn you, Chief.” Kelly called.
“What was that?” Halsey was the first to ask, beating Master Chief to the punch as she came close to the agent. Only when she put her hand out in a firm manner, a silent threat to do it again, did the woman step back and out her hands up in defense. “I mean no harm, I’m only curious is all. It must’ve took quiet the electrical current to dissuade John here.”
[Name] stated for a few moments before looking at the perpetrator. She knew him well; The Master Chief. Hell, if you didn’t know him then you were either a fool or a traitor, maybe both. The weight of her actions suddenly weighed heavy on their mind, and Halsey could tell as she watched the blood drain from their face.
“Oh, don’t worry, he’ll be fine. Won’t you?”
The Master Chief gave a quietly grunt in response, though that didn’t make [Name] feel any better. She was already on a lot of different peoples shit lists, she didn’t need to be on his too-… Not with his reputation at least.
“It was uh… just a shock. My team and I-…”
“The Trojans.” Halsey butted in.
“Yes, we are primarily stealth operatives. We weren’t trained to fight one on one, or any sort of major field work. That was kind of one of you defenses.”
“A pulse strong enough to shock a Spartan in armor like theirs? Did your Faulkner think my people were to be viewed as threats?” Halsey asked.
“No-… um, it’s for anything; I think he primarily had the Lekgolo in mind, just in case we ever-…”
“In case my kids were ever in danger, I installed multiple systematic escape assistance trigger in both their suits, and uniforms. That’s why I urge them to wear one of the other at all times when in a place not quiet belonging to us. Of course my kids are cocky, and vain, so they don’t listen to me, but it gets the point across.” The proud voice of Laurentius rang through as each of the four in the room turned their heads to the tan skinned scientist, his eager grin doing nothing for Halsey’s ego. “Though should one of mind need to go up against your machines, I did make sure they would have all they need to escape-… Escape, not fight. I’m not dumb enough to assume my… geeks, could stand up about your brutes.”
“Faulkner, a pleasure.” Halsey smiled quietly as Kelly excused herself to be with the others, though Master Chief remained at her side. Reaching out a hand to greet the man, Catherine practically beamed as he took to her, shaking her head before continuing. “It’s been a long time.”
“In deed it has, shame it wasn’t longer.”
It was no secret that Laurentius had assisted Halsey with the Spartan II program, and ditched only halfway through due to his questioning of her humanity. Forming the Trojans was like a slap in the face to her debatable morals, and all the sudden all the lights were on.
“John, you’re dismissed.” Halsey called with a short sigh, knowing already that this discussion would take them in circles.
Laurentius thought much of the same as he turned to [Name] and waved a hand, wordlessly bidding her adieu. She paused, gesturing to Master Chief ad he walked towards the door, mouthing for him to let her stay. They didn’t want to walk out and be alone with that… thing. Still, Faulkner was firm in his ministrations as he suddenly cleared his throat making [Name] flush in embarrassment.
“With the Master Chief, [Last Name].” Faulkner smirked, and suddenly their jaw went slack as the Spartan in questioned paused to turn back to them.
For fucks sake.
There was no other response aside from quiet grumbling as [Name] suddenly turned and shuffled out of the lab, Master Chief moving slowly behind them as her hands wrung their journal. The hall was long and there was not a lot on this floor of the facility aside from the lab. She could turn down an external corridor and pretend she had something to do there, but that most likely would lead them to a dead end. Still, it would probably buy them some time away from the metal monstrosity tailing her.
“The a-chem locker room is the next right, if you need a moment to stop shaking.” His voice shouldn’t have shaken them like it did, but it was deep and it was smooth in ways that were hard to ignore. Slowing down just a bit, [Name] finally took note of her shaking hands as she took a sharp breath, guilt sending a shutter down her spine.
“Am I on your shit list?” [Name] blurted suddenly, unaware she was actually speaking until they had already said it. Their eyes went wide as they processed their words, lips parting in horror.
Master Chief slowed down, too, hands that were previously clenched now relaxed at his sides. A short exhale, what sounded like a fault chuckle could be heard but only for a sliver of a second. “I don’t have a shit list.”
He didn’t usually curse, but in this scenario he felt it proper to mirror their own speaking.
“The entire covenant is on your shit list.” [Name] corrected with a cut off breath as they approached the lift, watching the doors slide shut to take a group up before them.
“Are you with the covenant?”
“No.” [Name] answered.
“Then you’re not on my shit list.” Master Chief finished with a subtle hum in his voice, nose crinkling just slightly behind his visor. A sigh left their body and suddenly she became aware of just how much larger the Spartan was in comparison to her.
A semi-comfortable silence filled the space as the lift doors reopened and suddenly [Name] shuffled inside, glad they hadn’t ducked off down the hall. Once they were inside, she was able to properly appreciate the detail in the Spartan’s armor as she examined him quietly, though passed it off as confusion as her face scrunching up as she looked at his unmoving form.
“You head to wherever you need, I’ll take the next one.” Master Chief assured the agent with a dim nod, his arms moving up to cross over his chest as he shifted hue weight from one leg to another.
[Name] blinked in surprise, and another tremor of guilt washed over her as the doors began to slide shut. Reaching a hand out to stop them, the Spartan let his arms move down again as her eyes stared through his visor and into his soul.
“Come with me.”
With a short, surprised smile, the green coated man took a few steps forwards before stepping into the lift with the Trojan. He was sure he couldn’t feel happiness, not like everyone else felt it anyways. Still, the gesture was enough for him to feel a little bit of something in his chest. Leaning against the wall quietly, his eyes met her own behind the visor and for just a moment he felt… gratitude, he thinks.
“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.”
With that, [Name]’s broke into a flustered yet satisfied grin. She had decided that Spartans weren’t as terrifying as they appeared to be.
“Maybe next time.”
John-117, in the cafe with Cortana: I need a table.
Waiter: Are you together?
Blue team: *turns up behind their backs* Yes!
John: Wha-?..
Fred-104: I would like a cupcake, please!
Kelly-087: And I need a cup of tea.
Linda-058: Do you have rabbits? I want to eat a big tasty one!
Kelly-087: *glares* Linda!
Fred-104: *stares* Linda...
John-117: ...
Linda: What's wrong?
John-117: No. We aren't. Not right now.
Cortana: Oh. We need a table for three and a table for two, please.
That's true. Congratulations!
Finally collect my own Blue Team.
They are perfect! And really good! <3
Kelly just wants to hug John.
That's amazing!
Cortana: but ma! I’m about to exterminate everyone!
Halo 6 leaked ending (?) *whatever intensifies, im bored*
What about it? @eternally-second-one
Happy holidays!
