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bfoxanimation · 15 days

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Ready for recon

#Halo #halo ce #halo combat evolved #master chief #john 117 #art #digital painting #digital art #artists on tumblr #been a while want to try and post more 2d stuff when i can

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short-honey-badger · 3 months

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Shore Leave

Summary! Captain Lasky orders the Master Chief a two week shore leave. Overwhelmed by his lack of armor and unused to the flow of civilian traffic, he parks himself on a bench and meets you.

Pairings! Master Chief x Reader

Set after the events of Halo 4 and influenced from my love of the game and how good season 2 of the TV series. I wanted to try my hand at something new. I hope you enjoy.

Part 2 -> HERE Part 3 -> HERE

Master Chief Petty Officer Sierra 117, or John to his friends - the few he had left, cautiously strode through the throngs of civilians. Captain Lasky had ordered him a full two weeks shore leave, no combat, no weapon, no MJOLNIR. Lasky had suggested he take some time to himself, grieve if he needed to after fighting for so long with little reprieve in between battles. To be honest, John wasn't sure what he should do with his time. Despite being one of the last of the original Spartans, the chief had hardly ever been completely alone.

Cortana. She'd always been there, a soft hum in the back of his mind, and John wasn't proud enough to admit that he felt a little lost without her.

Even though the armorless spartan towered above the crowd, he began to feel surrounded, overwhelmed with how densely packed the city was. He wasn't used to being out of his armor, and it made him feel naked, vulnerable in a way that John didn't like. Luckily, he spotted a bench not too much farther away, situated at the beginning of what looked like a small park. John sat heavily, back straight and blue eyes casting around as he took deep breaths to regulate his breathing.

No one bothered him, and John took the time to watch the hoards of civilians go to and fro. He watched couples hold hands, and families carefully guide their children along the sidewalks, each man and woman heading to whatever their destination may be. After a while, and now that John had been able to relax a little, he realized that he enjoyed watching the flow and allowed his mind to wander.

Could he ever have something like this? Such a mundane and easy life, never worrying if the next battle he faced would be his last. If he would ever see his brothers and sisters again? Would he ever live such a simple existence where his only fear is missing the train? The Master Chief doesn't think that he could, not when so much of himself has been lost to war and death. Not when it was his duty to protect the civilians here so that they could have that life.

“Sir, you've been sitting here a while now. Can I help you with anything?”

John is brought out of his thoughts by the soft voice. He turns his head and sees that you have somehow snuck up on him, and he silently berates himself for not noticing. However, you had asked him a question, and the Chief didn't want to come off as rude.

“No, ma'am. Just…watching,” He says slowly, and he feels his cheeks heat up a bit. Was that odd to say? John didn't know, but he felt reassured when he spots the smile that curled your lips.

“Well, good. I don't think I’d be strong enough to haul you anywhere if there was something wrong,” you say, and huff a little at your own words.

John doesn't know what to say to that. He doesn't have any kind of experience with civilians, not like this, anyway. He wracks his brain for something to say and wishes that Cortana was still here to walk him through this.

However, you don't seem to mind his silence. Instead, you sit back on the bench and look out at the busy stream of people. You are quiet for a while, but the spartan is prepared when you speak up again.

“I like to people watch too. Makes you feel a little less alone in the universe, ya know?” You say and grin again, suddenly scooting down the bench to sit beside the big man who seemed far too lonely when you'd seen him outside the café across the street.

John tenses, not expecting to have you so close, but he doesn't deny that feeling the heat from where your arm is pressed into his feels…nice. He nods slowly, agreeing with your quiet statement.

“It makes you realize that you aren't the only one out there having a hard time, or becoming successful, or even falling in love. We are all human, and even if it doesn't seem like it, we're all in this together,” you pause, and then your smile becomes a bit mischievous.

“And it's kind of fun to make up stories about them.”

John blinks, a bit confused about that. He turns and looks down at his guest, feeling his cheeks heat up again when he sees you looking right back, eyes cheerful and face far too close to his own. He looks away quickly and sits up straight from his slight slouch.

‘What do you mean?”

Bravely, you lean into his space and gesture subtly at an older couple that are walking down the sidewalk, a heated discussion going on between them. The man looks annoyed as his wife babbles on about who knows what, and you giggle softly and say.

“She's probably upset because her husband - they are definitely married, by the way - forgot to take out the trash. Look at him, he's heard this a thousand times.”

John takes in the look of fond exasperation that paints the older man's expression, squinting his eyes to try and see it the way you are. It doesn't make much sense to him, but he thinks he understands.

You poke your new friend in the arm and nod your head at a gaggle if girl's who are giggling and fawning over a data pad.

“They're probably looking at the cute boy who invited one of them to prom. Or maybe a famous celebrity crush.”

You point out a few other civilians, and one or two of your little stories get the stoic man to crack a tiny smile, and eventually relax again, even with you pressed so close to his side. It feels good to have someone near. Someone who can so easily take up the quiet space that he still isn't used to feeling. The Master Chief finds that he rather likes your company and would like to know more about you.

John finally speaks up again when there is a lul in the rather one-sided conversation, turning to face you completely.

“Do you think you could show me more?”

You take in the careful way he asks, the soft timbre of his voice, and you find yourself nodding easily, and you offer your hand, introducing yourself properly.

“I'd love to. My name is _.”

The Spartan carefully takes your offered hand and marvels at just how small it is compared to his own. He meets your gaze, his blue eyes striking in the city lights.

“My name is John.”

#reader insert #fanfic #fluff #halo #halo tv show #halo universe #halo 4 #halo combat evolved #master chief #john 117 #john #master chief x reader #john x reader #people watching #emotionally stunted #reader

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hollytanaka · 10 months

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HALO: COMBAT EVOLVED ANNIVERSARY (2011)

#haloedit #halo combat evolved #halo ce #halo series #master chief #john 117 #gamingedit #gamingmen #videogameedit #usertravelllar #*halo #scheduled #**#*gifs

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biomecharnotaurus · 2 months

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What a nice young man! I sure do hope he won’t be haunted in eternity by the curse of luck and the guilt of ten thousand lost souls!

#John 117 #master chief #halo combat evolved

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mvfm-25 · 28 days

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" The end of civilization has been very well received! "

Xbox Magazine (XBM) n07 - May, 2005.

#Microsoft #Microsoft Xbox #Xbox #OG XBOX #Bungie #Bungie Inc.#Halo #Halo CE #Halo Combat Evolved #Master Chief #John 117

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mayyosgallery · 6 months

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Updated an old piece of art I did

Probably best they stayed on Reach hm?

#witness! my art #halo #halo combat evolved #halo ce #master chief #noble 6 #cortana #john 117 #halo flood

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briarfox13 · 1 year

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Saint and Saviour

My ode to one of my favourite universes, Halo💙💚

#Master Chief #Cortana #Halo #Halo Combat Evolved #Halo 2 #Halo 3 #Halo 4 #Halo 5 #Halo Infinite #John 117 #Spartan 117 #Steve Downes #Jen Taylor #illustration #tarot card

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sluggermcslugsy · 4 months

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mid ass halo doodles from class thumbs down emoji i got nothin to post rn

#halo fanart #halo combat evolved #halo 2 #halo 3 #halo odst #master chief #john 117 #avery johnson #sargent johnson #sgt johnson #my art #halo

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figures4fun · 7 months

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mothnem · 1 year

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I kinda want to write a sort of Time Travel Fixit for Halo. Certain individuals, not many, but enough, get sent back in time.

The Sangheili that were sent are pleased to find they are pre-Harvest. They can right their dishonorable actions! So far I have Rtas Vadamee for sure on that front and maybe a councilor or two. But also a few Unggoy; one, a now precocious individual named Nayip, who found himself the bearer of a bunch on orders. One which would send a Jiralhanae controlled ship to the human world of Harvest. He LIKES the humans! They were nice to him! On the frozen unclaimed world IG-343 (Ice Giant-343) Corporal Maria Sanchez made him a royal blue scarf to keep him warm! She hadn't made it off the planet. So he mixes the orders up and through sheer luck and cunning, a newly promoted Shipmaster named Rtas Vadamee got the orders. And Rtas Vadamee, is NOT going to let the humans die again. Although he is surprised to find someone he had considered a friend, however short of time it was, on Harvest. One Sergeant Avery Johnson.

Unfortunately, despite all the efforts, the war still happens. But this time, through the sneaky efforts of multiple individuals working together, about a third of the Covenant broke away at the start and allied with the humans. So while everything is still more or less happening as Canon, it's MUCH slower and harder for the Covenant because of the Alliance between the Separatists and the Humans. Although the Separatists call themselves the Enlightened.

I don't know if I want ANY humans to have time traveled or not. But I know for sure Thel Vadumee hasn't. Everyone who has time traveled thinks he looks strange without the Arbiter Armor. Now, does Thel leave with the Enlightened or stay in the Covenant at first, I do not know. Both are have equally tasty outcomes.

1. Thel Vadumee leaves.

He ends up in a Leader role with the rest looking to him as humanity looks to Lord Hood. A team steals the Arbiter Armor and he wears it to show the significance.

2. He stays.

Later when the Schism happens Thel, as the Arbiter, admits Rtas was right. The Hierarchs were false and liars.

Both however, will have John-117 and Arbiter on a team.

Now, there is one VERY important Individual that has also Time Traveled back. The Prophet of Truth himself. And he plans to do everything the same. Although this time he might just have the Fleetmaster executed. The Arbiter and the Demon are no laughing matter.

#halo: combat evolved #halo ce #halo #halo AU #halo arbiter #master chief #rtas vadum #sergeant johnson #thel vadam #john 117 #prophet of truth

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itsalwaysgarytime · 2 years

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Based on Tekka-Croe’s Mark V designs. Following the beefiness Master Chief got in Halo Infinite. John needed the same make over for his Halo CE Mark V appearance.

#Master Chief #John-117 #Halo #Halo CE #Halo Fan Art #Halo Combat Evolved #Halo art #drawing #unsc #343i #343industries #spartan #spartan ii #Spartan ii program #spartan-117 #john #mark v #mark v armor

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deerontwolegs · 1 year

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#master chief #john 117 #halo #halo combat evolved

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short-honey-badger · 2 months

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Shore Leave 3

Part 3 of this ever-growing series. Just can't help myself.

Warnings: Kissing. Some sad thoughts.

Masterlist

Part 1 -> HERE part 2 -> HERE

“Order whatever you want. My treat,” you tell John when the two of you arrive at the food stall. The smell of greasy burgers hits John's nose and his stomach roars. You snort at the sound as you examine the menu quickly before stepping forward to order. You live around the area and have been to this stall more than a couple of times.

While you wait, John takes his time before ordering for himself and then stopping beside you to wait as well. You take a chance and lean against the solid wall that John creates, lips quirked up when he shifts to better accommodate your added weight.

You hadn't expected your evening to turn out like this when you spotted the obviously overwhelmed man sitting by himself outside of the café, but you don't regret any of it. He was quiet, but you could tell that he was always listening to you, those sorrowful blue eyes following your every move. You aren't sure what pulls you to this man, but you don't want to stop it.

It's in a comfortable silence that the two of you eat greasy food, parked at the furthest picnic table. John had ordered a massive amount of food, and you watched in disgusted awe as he consumed all of it in no time. You glance down at your half-eaten burger and large fry before pushing the tray of fried potato sticks at the big man.

“Here. You can have the rest of mine.”

John looks up at you, those pretty blues making your cheeks light up. He licks his lips, giving you an uncertain look, “Are you sure?”

You nod and scoot the try closer to him, “Positive. You can order more if you want?”

John doesn't know how to react to the kindness of you sharing and buying him food. It's been a long time since he's tasted anything that wasn't a MRE or nutritional paste in a tube. However, he is sure that it is supposed to be the man who buys things for the person he likes. Gods he wished Cortana were here. She could tell him what the right thing to do would be.

“John? You okay?”

Your new friend had gone silent after your offer, his face shuddering into nothing, and you had quickly grown concerned for him. He meets your eyes again and nods once.

“My apologies. This is fine,” John assures you and even reaches out to take a fry and pop it in his mouth. You crack a smile and sip from your soda, content for now.

The super soldier takes your tray when you finish up, dumping the trash into the nearest bin, and then offering you his hand. You slide your fingers through his own and John gently squeezes them like you had his earlier. Even in the dim light, his enhanced vision can see the way your cheeks pink at the initiating touch.

The two of you walk back around the park, speaking quietly about easy subjects like the weather and what you like to do in your spare time. John was rather tight-lipped about everything, and you assumed it was because of whatever position he held in the UNSC. However, you did learn that he likes the color green and despises the color purple.

John glances up at the digital clock that has been installed above the bathroom stalls, and he frowns when he realizes that it is nearing midnight. He slows to a crawl, his gate hesitant. The Master Chief doesn't want to leave your side, not when he didn't have a way to find you after this. And John needed to see you again.

You look up at him and catch the slight scrunch of his brow. John doesn't look very happy, and his expression deepens when you speak up.

“How long are you here for?”

His hand tightens around your own, “Only two weeks.”

It's your turn to frown this time, and you sigh quietly in disappointment. Damn.

“Here I was hoping you'd have longer than that,” you say and stand before him, chewing on your lip as you debate on what to say.

John has never had a good enough reason not to want to go back on duty, but he has one now, and John wasn't one to easily give up on what he wanted. Lasky had given him two weeks, and he would be sure to make the most of it with you. He likes to think that the captain and Cortana would be proud of him for finding someone who could bring out his humanity.

“I understand if this is too forward,” John begins and stops to give you his full attention. He is a bit nervous to ask this, but the worst thing you could tell him would be no.

You raise an eyebrow at him, licking your lips, and prompt, “...But?”

“But it is getting late, and my friend once told me that a gentleman should always walk his date home,” John remarks and silently thanks Avery Johnson, the grizzled sergeant would have been overjoyed to see the stoic man use his advice.

“I can make sure you get home safe.”

The grin you reward him with is brighter than any Covenant plasma, and the spartan feels his heart speed up when you reach out, curling your hand along his shoulder to guide him down until you can press your lips to his cheek. You hear him suck in a sharp breath at the touch, his flesh pale and sensitive from being hidden behind a helmet for so long.

You drop back down and catch his eyes, “I’ll lead the way, Soldier.”

John isn’t expecting the way his body reacts to the nickname. He leans down and captures your lips in a kiss more demanding than the last. You squeak but quickly kiss him back, lips fighting to get on the same pace as his. His free arm wraps around your waist, and the Master Chief takes note of the way your soft body melds against the harsh plains of his own.

He kisses you until you begin to push against his chest, and John is quickly reminded that you are a normal human. As he ends the kiss, pulling away just enough to rest his brow against yours, and realizes that the thought had left a bad taste in his mouth. He had so much blood on his hands, alien and human, why would you want to be with a machine like him?

It takes you a second to catch your breath, but it takes even less time for you to notice that something is wrong. The furrow in his brow was deep, making the scars that littered his face stretch and catch in the street lights. You thought he still looked incredibly handsome even with such a dangerous look on his face. You take a chance, squeezing the hand you still hold, and then slide the other one up to cradle his face.

“Think you can do something for me, John?” you murmur and smile softly when those blue eyes glance down and lock with yours. He dips his head minutely so you continue.

“Forget who you are for these next two weeks. Forget that you’re part of the UNSC. You’re just a man. You are just John.”

The request gives him pause, and the Master Chief almost denies you the second it leaves your mouth, but he stops himself. Could he do that? Would the world crumble around them if he took time for himself to just be John? He didn’t know, but he wanted to find out.

His voice is rough when he speaks, and you shiver when his eyes darken, pupils dilating when they catch your gaze, “Okay. I can do that.”

#reader insert #fanfic #fluff #halo x reader #halo combat evolved #halo tv show #halo fanfic #john x you #john x reader #john 117 #john #master chief #master chief x reader #master chief x you #shore leave

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hollytanaka · 9 months

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