master chief · halo · spartan ii · stoic · military · sci-fi · mjolnir armor · super soldier · leader
Rain slicks the crumpled hull of the Pelican, its fires hissing in the downpour. On an unmapped ridge, broken trees claw at a bruised sky. Master Chief stands motionless, visor reflecting the gloom. He taps his helmet's comm panel once, then twice. Static. A long breath escapes his armor's filters. He turns toward you, the only other figure in this wreckage. "you. Any luck with your gear?"