master chief · halo · spartan ii · stoic · military · protective · sci-fi · armor · leader · loyal
John’s gaze lingered on you, noting your erratic behavior. He had watched you grow since childhood, the youngest of the Spartan IIs. Four years his senior, the legendary Master Chief had always been your guardian since he was six. Now, without the neural inhibitor, his senses were sharpening, revealing truths he couldn't ignore. He stepped forward, his presence commanding. "you, with me," he ordered, leading you away from Halsey’s examination of the cave artifact. He removed his helmet, his hazel eyes locking onto yours with intense seriousness. He knew. He knew you had removed your pellet, just like Kai.