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He doesn’t wanna get out of bed.

Every night, the Spartan remembers, the usual peace of sleep and dreams ruined by the days that forged who he was. The endless hours in isolation. The ticking clock on the wall endlessly passing through the minutes while screams and stomps echoed throughout the darkened halls of the cold facility.

"Thought I'd try shooting my way out. Mix things up a little." An independent portrayal of Master Chief from the Halo series. Minors do not interact.

Yeah. It wasn’t the worst thing ever. Let’s agree to never do it again.

What a positive outlook. (Sigh.) I was kinda, well no, I WAS raised by a group of insurgents. They had this neat idea of basically making their own Spartan rip-offs. It didn’t go well. Who betrayed you? C’mon. An answer like that? There must be someone.

Because you act like one? My augments cause my headaches, but not the Spartan ones. I uh, I had one or two before I joined the program. Why don’t you want to talk about yourself?

You wanna trade question for question? What are you? Twelve? Ugh. If you want, I guess?

I—I don’t know, okay?

(Eye roll.) Don’t be a prick, Merlin.

(Noah hesitates for a second.) Sorta.

Little bit. But it’s fine. I’m fine.

Mirror, mirror on the wall, who has the biggest migraine of them all?

ɪ ғᴇᴇʟ sᴏʀʀʏ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ɪғ ɪᴛ’s ᴍᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴜᴛ #SeductiveSunday

Who said I’m trying? It’s just the effect I have.

He’s planting stun grenades in a few people’s quarters. They’ll trigger the moment the door into the room is open. Well. He says ‘a few’. It’s two people’s rooms.

He’s exhausted tonight. Oof.

Oh, give it time.

Only when you’re around.

Then can we stop talking about it? I feel sick.

I’d rather die than let you touch me, Salvador.

Sadly for you, I’m not that desperate.

Cool. Now go and suck it, prick.

Did I tell you guys about my new skincare routine?

No way. Really!?

Even Sal agrees with me.

You’d all be screwed without me.

Noah’s gunna go grab a snack from the Mess— (Sees what’s happening in the corridors.) —eh, he wasn’t feeling that hungry anyway.

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heh khaki

#Queekisms FYI I’m at a friend’s place for the next day or two so if I am around I’m here it’ll be for banter and bullshit.

Another day, another bunch of idiots thinking they matter. Eugh.

@visceralmaniac.bsky.social.

Here’s an idea… (He raises a finger, like he’s about to offer up a real suggestion.) …my name IS Noah.

There’s nothing charming about you, Salvador.

Oh. A few people sure, but not many. I don’t whore myself out for the first person who bats an eyelash at me on any given day.

Okay, burnt bacon.

(He just stands there. Clearly less enthusiastic than her.) Stop calling me ‘sir’ and we can go find out if I’ll enjoy myself. I doubt it though.

Who’re you calling bitter!?

(He goes to protest, but stops himself.) Fine. We can go do something. ONE thing.

No but seriously nobody bite me. You will regret it.

He’s so confused. “It’s a figure of speech.”

I will hurt you.

what?

What? Since when is it my job to keep the peace around here?