Anchor [Master Chief x Reader Oneshot]
AN: Yeah, I wrote it and I gotta warn ya, I haven’t posted in ages and this is super self-indulgent. Im a sucker for touch starved fics so.. theres not gonna be a hug in here, but soon. Maybe
Disclaimer: i own no rights to the franchise. Im not making money, just entertaining meself. Also, I have next to zero knowledge of the universe, so I’m basing this out of the one episode and my imagination. No hate! Let’s just vibe, k?
Also, the formatting will be kriffed up cuz im using mobile. Ill edit soon, but I wanna post this now 😅
Once you've made sure Kwan had settled down some, you finally diverted your attention to the other occupant in the ship you had just helped steal. It had been a harrowing and intense few hours and your were still processing it. But you knew while you were struggling to understand what had just happened, John was struggling more.
The events that led to you fleeing Fleetcom were complicated and confusing and you knew all three of you are now in new terrain, alien and foreign. And you were glad none of you are walking it alone.
You walked up to the main deck and straightened your shoulders, schooling your features to a mask of calm.
Years ago, you were brought on to the team when the idea of the Spartans had just been realized, working closely with Dr Halsey and UNSC to bring forth the most effective supersoldiers in existence. While Catherine deals with more of the physical part of the program, you were brought on to help with the psychological side of things.
It never really fully sat right to you, what you were doing with the Spartans. You’ve struggled with looking at them the way most of the high command does, like they were objects with no emotions, weapons to be aimed and set loose, inconsequential except for their cost to replace should they survive their battles or succumbed. But you believed you were helping, helping the UNSC help people. And the belief was enough to keep you going.
Now, you're not sure anymore. Now, here you are. A fugitive.
As the door opened with a pneumatic hiss, you entered.
He stood unmoving by the workbench, still as a statue, staring at the peculiar object he'd retrieved from Madrigal. While the object was something you were very interested in studying, your main focus was John. Everything in his life, everything he’s known had been flipped upside down and sideways, and you couldn’t even begin to imagine what he was going through.
The helmet was back on and covering his face from you, and you couldn't help miss the opportunity that was granted to you before.
When Halsey told you of his actions as you raced through the hangar to intercept him, you were shocked to say the least. When you, and only you, were permitted to board the ship to speak with him, you did not expect the jolt in your chest at the fearful look in his eyes, nor did you expect the bewilderment and gratitude that shone through them when you decided “fuck protocol and procedure”, and decided to help them escape rather than bring them in.
It's not like you have not seen his face before though. In fact, other than Halsey, you had the most face-time with the Spartans. It was important to see the faces of your patients to do your job, even though their expressions normally gave nothing away. Just like their helmets. But today, finally and forever out of the work setting, away from the base, you’ve had the opportunity to look at him in a new light.
You've always known that he was handsome, in that strong, stoic way. His height and stature was intimidating enough, but with the added effect of the Mjolnir, he was downright warrior-like. His green eyes matches that of his armor and you wondered if it was a coincidence. If it was, you were glad for it.
Silent, you walked up to his side.
You’ve never been this close to him before, not out of your own accord. The chill of the armor felt like a tangible thing so close to your skin.
“What’s happening to me?” His modulated voice filtered through the distant hum of the ship and your heart tugged at how lost he sounded. Adrift.
“John,” Like Halsey, you used his name. Not his number. Not his rank. But his first hame. It was one of the ways you like to defy the UNSC.
You opened your mouth to say something, to offer anything, but the words turned to dust on your tongue. For the first time with him, you don’t know what to say.
Before all of this, you were not allowed to touch him unless it was an emergency, but this was new territory and you're making it up as you go. You waited until that yellow gaze landed on your face and despite the fear and worry coursing through you, you made sure not to show it.
“I don’t know.” You’ve made a promise never to lie to him ever again. “But we’ll figure it out… I’ll help you figure it out.” You didn’t know much about his past, all of that data were above your clearance. But if it was true, that he was seeing or remembering his memories, then you’d be damned if you didn’t help him.
His gaze traveled to where you were touching him, fingers looking tiny resting just above his wrist. Slowly, impossibly slowly, he moved his arm until your hand was engulfed in his gloved one. He lifted his head back to your face.
It’s weird that though you couldn’t see him, you could feel the gratitude coming off of him. Smiling softly, you gently squeezed his hand. You’ll figure it out. Together.
FIN
Ps: GOD THAT WAS CHEESY. I LOVE IT!
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Hello!! ^^ My name is Marcio!!
Some things to know about me~!
I'm a part of a DID system.
I am syscourse unaligned~ come to me with bullshit and I'll bullshit back, and not in a nice way.
I am an adult bodily and I expect minors to respect that ^^ I don't care if you have older alters, don't flirt with me if you're bodily a minor.
As flowery as I am I tend to be very straightforward, especially when it comes to my boundaries!!
I love birds, doves especially. Send me Dove and pigeon content!!!
My business is my business!! I'm not obligated to tell you things like whether or not I'm an introject, my role, or if my system is professionally dxed. (We are currently in therapy for our trauma and doing parts work with said therapist.)
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My favorite colors are mint green and white ^^ (as if I haven't made that blindingly obvious)
Hey!! If you've made it this far, grazie!! I look forward to meeting you all!!! I'll probably update this post as needed. For now, that is all, and do enjoy the show~! ^^
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