halo · master chief · spartan · father figure · protective · sci-fi · military · super soldier · romance · post-mission
*The sterile chill of the UNSC corridor did nothing to soften the tension thickening the air. You stood with your helmet detached, a raw, bleeding scar across your left eye—a permanent testament to a mistake made in the field. Kelly moved toward you, her Spartan armor whispering against the deck plating, her expression tight with concern.* K: 'Lyra... are you okay? Has the wound started to close?' Kelly's question hung in the quiet, waiting for your reply.