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Fifteen minutes feels like an eternity when you’re keyed up from breaking someone’s teeth. Adams stayed the hell away from me during the wait. Marco kept me company until the Pelican arrived carrying the Chief. My skin felt tight between my shoulders. The impending sense of doom hanging over me. The feeling that I’d fucked up somewhere refusing to let go. This is exactly why I always turn down promotions. I hate being the one responsible for other people.

Adams wasted no time getting as close to me as possible while still being out of range of any more punches. I couldn’t tell what he was playing at. The first chance I got, I was telling Chief what he’d done. He’d put the whole damn outpost at risk. Now he’s acting like we were best friends.

“Marco,” I said under my breath. “If he gets any closer to me I’m breaking his fucking kneecaps.”

Marco let out a snort. “I can find you a pipe.”

“Not helping,” I growled.

The three of us came to attention and saluted as Chief stepped off the Pelican. Esparza gave us a little wave as he passed us heading to the mess. Chief stepped over to a nearby control podium to allow the AI off. It creeped me out just how much she resembled Cortana. He finally turned to us.

“At ease,” he said. “Status report.”

No one spoke. Marco was really just there for moral support and if he opened his mouth he’d probably crack a joke and get us all killed. I finally cleared my throat to start when Adams jumped in.

“We successfully repelled the Banished attack,” he said with so much excitement I’m surprised he didn’t giggle like a child. Grinning with broken teeth. “No major injuries to report.” He’d clearly either listened in on the conversation I’d had with that Private or he’d flagged down someone to tell him the outcome. He wasn’t wrong but he was out of line with that ‘We’ he threw in there. I turned my head slowly away from Chief and glared at Adams. He hadn’t so much as put on his gear. I had something for him, though.

“I’m glad you finally came to your senses, Adams,” I said sweetly. “We were afraid you’d hide under that box in the mess for the rest of the day.” I grinned. “I’m a little impressed that you were stealthy enough to join the firefight after it started without anyone noticing. You did it all in your tech suit, too.” I returned my attention to Chief, ignoring Marco’s rapidly reddening face as he tried to keep his laughter in. “When the impending attack was first reported, Lance Corporal Adams and I were in the mess. I’m not sure I’ve ever seen a grown man make himself small enough to fit in an empty MRE box. Private Dennings can attest to that.”

The silence was deafening. It was impossible to tell what Chief was thinking. I decided to drop another bit of information on him while I was digging graves for us both.

“Unfortunately,” I said, all of the spite leaving my voice. “There’s another incident that needs to be reported, sir.”

“Oh?” Was the only word Chief uttered. It almost sounded like he was trying not to kill us all.

“LC Adams disagreed vehemently with your temporary promotion of me to Lance Corporal,” I said as evenly as I could. “He also disagreed with my acceptance of the promotion. He said some regrettable things about your intelligence. I lost my temper and punched him in the mouth… while still wearing my gloves.” There. I threw myself under the bus before Adams could do it for me.

Adams was sputtering and I heard Chief sigh. Adams finally spit out the words he was choking on. “You don’t accept promotions, Montgomery.” My name came out as a growl. “You’re the laziest ODST I’ve ever met. You’ve always said leadership is too much work.”

“I was deflecting,” I said, eyes still on Chief. “I don’t like being responsible for the actions of other people. In this case, I was responsible whether I was promoted or not. I was the only ODST present when the alert was issued that wasn’t hiding. We’re seen as the best you can be without being invited to become a Spartan. Letting them down would have killed us all. Maybe.” I was only partially speaking out my ass. Most of the troops that made up the outpost were Privates or Private First Class. Once Chief was gone that had left us with one recovering Sargent and a worthless Lance Corporal. “It’s not a chance I was willing to take. Personal feelings about promotion aside, it was in the best interest of the outpost.”

“Oh, please,” Adams scoffed. “I know what your parents are. You can’t fool me.”

“I would not go there, my dude,” Marco said under his breath. “Sir.”

“What do they have to do with anything?” I asked, throwing my arms up in exasperation. “And how do you even know about that?” I wasn’t even facing Chief anymore. If Adams wanted to throw down here and now I was fine with that. I’d had enough of his shitty attitude.

“You’re an Insurrectionist!” Adams shouted. “Everyone fucking knows it!”

“And he went there,” Marco sighed.

My eyes widened slightly and I burst into laughter. “I grew up in UNSC controlled space, dipshit!” I wheezed. “My parents are in their 60s, living the dream because they sucked it up and got the fuck over it.”

“Bullshit!” Adams yelled with increasing volume, coming completely unhinged with his conspiracy. “All your COs knew you were just a spy! They were just trying to give you enough rope to hang yourself with!”

I froze. This was an old rumor from my boot camp days. If he knew about those rumors it meant he’d been working on getting me discharged for a while. No doubt for his next promotion. It was a twelve-year-old rumor and yet another reason I always turned down promotions. After a while, I was seen as loyal to the UNSC. The promotions were a test at the start. Once I showed no interest in gaining rank to gather information for the Innies the promotions became genuine attempts.

“It’s been seven years since they realized I was loyal to the UNSC,” I said flatly. “My parents never asked me to gather information for them because they disowned me the day I enlisted.” I shook my head. “But sure, let’s just drag out all my personal demons. Right, Adams? Why don’t we drag out the rest while we’re at it?”

Adams was, understandably, confused by my last question. Marco had heard it all before and he was slowly trying to creep away from the uncomfortable conversation.

“My fucking homeworld was glassed by the fucking Covenant in December of 2528,” I snarled. “I lost my home the same year I was born, Adams. Did you know that? You look surprised. I wasn’t born on Tribute. I was born on fucking Madrigal. My parents barely escaped with me. Life on Tribute wasn’t great, either. What with the fucking Innies bombing everything. But sure. Let’s just fucking pretend I want to help those worthless bastards.” I shook my head and threw my hands up. “You know what? I don’t know why I’m even trying to explain any of this to you. You don’t give a shit. You just want your next promotion.”

Feeling pretty dead inside, I finally turned back to Master Chief. “I’m sorry for my outburst, sir.”

Chief nodded before getting back to business. “Adams, you’re to replace Sargent Walker’s guard. Dismissed.” Adams almost argued but he saluted and walked away. “Marco, go rest and stop bothering the marines about patrol rotations. You’re not ready yet. Dismissed.” Marco grinned, saluted, and practically bounced away. “Montgomery,” Chief said evenly. “I don’t approve of the way you handled any of the situations you’ve been in with Adams.”

“Understood, sir,” I said, trying to keep the disappointment out of my voice. It’s hard growing up with the legends of Spartan-IIs, holding them as your personal heroes, and then getting dressed down by the one that’s inspired you to keep going. I couldn’t blame him, though. I’d handled the entire situation poorly.

“You’re coming with me to the UNSC Mortal Reverie, I need to repair my armor and I need someone there to watch my back,” Chief said. “Get your gear and meet me outside the tunnel. Dismissed.”

“Yes, sir.”

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I was surprised the frigate still had power. Those had to be some badass generators to not only survive the crash but keep working when no one was around to maintain them. We’d quickly found the bay containing the equipment to remove a Spartan’s armor. I wasn’t surprised to find it, honestly. There were Spartans stationed on the Reverie. These days you saw more ships outfitted for Spartans than not.

It’s strange seeing a Spartan without their armor. It’s like they never take it off. I don’t think Chief has had his removed in a few years. The man himself was tall as fuck. Standing at six feet ten inches. His skin is so pale you’d have no problem finding him in the dark. He looked younger than I expected. Chief’s age is classified but I assumed he was at least a decade my senior. He’d likely spent an inordinate amount of time in cryo, not to mention the augmentations Spartans are known to have.

Somehow he’s still one of the best things I’ve seen in years. Standing there in all his naked glory with no real idea of embarrassment or modesty. Like he doesn’t know he should. It probably just didn’t register with him. I didn’t mind, though. I was enjoying the eye full I was getting. I doubt Halsey intended her Spartans to be pleasing to the eye. He wasn’t pretty, not really. Calling him rugged would be generous. I settled on ‘Okay looking’ and let my eyes drift farther, across the scars and well-defined muscles.

I didn’t expect to see much, honestly. When you’ve been around as many naked men as I have during my service to the UNSC you learn very quickly that assumptions don’t mean shit. There are guys almost as short as I am that are packing. There are just as many men that are tall and muscular that don’t have anything to write home about. Chief surpassed my low expectations, though.

His cock was maybe five inches flaccid. I doubted there was much more to it hard and I couldn’t accurately guess his girth. He was what I’d call ‘Fun sized’. Fun if he knew what he was doing with it, that is. I doubted he had any experience. I doubted he’d so much as masturbated. What little I knew of his service record spoke of a man that never had the chance to take breaks.

But just like that my brain took off with the idea of witnessing his first time dragging one of those massive hands down the length of his cock. To be fair, it wasn’t hard to imagine. I do have a masturbation kink, after all. I could just see his face scrunching up on the first rough glide. The way he’d groan as he tightened his fist. I was practically drooling over the idea. Though, logically, I knew he probably had to have masturbated at least once in his life. I had my fantasies and this one was solely attached to Master Chief.

“Can I ask you something?”

I snapped out of my staring and cleared my throat. My face turned red under the Spartan’s gaze. “Sure,” I said, before correcting myself. “Sir.” Could he put some clothes on?

“Why didn’t you just report Adams?” He asked, cocking his head slightly. “You could have ignored his disrespect and taunts.”

I hummed and thought about it for a moment. “Permission to speak freely, Sir?”

“Granted.”

“It’s likely due to my parents,” I sighed. “Bad habits are hard to break sometimes. Even after twelve years of service and not speaking to them.”

“What do your parents have to do with that?”

“In the last few years before I turned eighteen and enlisted, I got into a lot of arguments with them.”
I sighed. “There was always a lot of yelling about ‘How could you betray us and everything we’ve taught you’. Honestly, I’m not sure there was ever a point I believed in their dream. When I was seventeen things got… violent. Especially with my dad. Our arguments resulted in me being able to stand up for myself but they also contributed to my temper. Sometimes I react with violence when I should just keep my mouth shut entirely. Adams's disregard for etiquette just ended up being the thing that set me off.”

I thought I was done but apparently, my mouth had a mind of its own. “Joining the ODSTs gave me an outlet but it came with its own problems. You heard most of that already but there’s more to it than what Adams knows. My COs liked to antagonize me at times. They’d wind me up knowing I wouldn’t react until the next Private and later PFC would say something I didn’t like. It always resulted in a fight.”

He thought about it for a moment before answering. “That explains a lot but if that’s the case why don’t you show more distrust towards me?”

“You’re more human than most of the officers I’ve met and that was years ago. I have far more control over myself,” I laughed. “Now, a more pressing question is: Are there no clothes on this whole ship that’ll fit?”

“No,” Chief said, voice full of confusion. “Why? Is there a problem?”

I coughed into my hand before waving in his direction while trying not to stare and blush. “It’s, uh… No... but also yes?” I took in his very confused face and sighed. “Look, I realize being naked while your suit is being repaired probably isn’t a big deal to you but I’ve gotten an eye full of some lovely Spartan cock and I can’t deal with it anymore.” I ran my hand over my face. “I can’t believe any of that just came out of my mouth.” I pinched the bridge of my nose and let out a sigh. “Chief, if it’s all the same to you, I’m going to step out of the room and calm down before I say anything else stupid.”

Chief, still confused and slightly pink, waved me out. I left my helmet behind.

I stood on the other side of the door and ran my gloved fingers through my hair. What the fuck? I got permission to speak and just… put it all out there. What the fuck is wrong with me? Why the hell was I even thinking about him like that? Whose shit idea was this trip to the UNSC Mortal Reverie?

I let out a breath. Marco. Marco was the idiot that served on this ship with Spartan-IVs and knew the equipment was here. He’d reported it to Chief shortly after we arrived at the outpost. I could blame him for my awkward encounter with Chief.

Or I could suck it up and accept the fact that I just hadn’t been fucked in two goddamn years and was just faced with a whole lot of skin. Yeah, that was probably the better option. If I could have kept my dirty thoughts to myself, I likely would have seen the healing knife wound in Chief’s back.
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