𝘙𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘣𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘴, 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘏𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘓𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮, 𝘉𝘦𝘯𝘻𝘰𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘊𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘯𝘴 '𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨

He remains quiet—, simply listening. It’s clear his focus is entirely fixated on her as he watches her. “. . . I assume—, this tech? I assume she is you and you are being. . . Humble or perhaps embarrassed?”

“By all means—, I have been known to be a good listener from time to time.” His frame relaxes—; gaze following her as she moves, though he’s curious as to what this story could be. “But if you would be so kinda—, I am eager to hear your tale.”

“Bah—, they were lovely. Even for wild animals—.” Mimicking her smile, he nods slowly. “I remember telling my sister of this—, and she was envious. Begged me to take her hunting with me to try and find them again.” Leaning back, a soft sigh escapes his lips as he closes his eyes.

“No, no. . . I was simply out in the wilderness for three days. Though like I said—, I believe they didn’t eat me partly because I kept her and her pup fed.” A soft chuckle escapes, though he drinks back another sip. “They were wonderful—, I should have kept a better eye on them.”

“In total three days—, I would like to believe the mother saw me as an ally. . . Providing food for her and her young.” Shoulders rise, a nonchalant shrug. “I wandered with them—, learning how they operate. It was my real first lesson in teamwork and unity.”

“. . . Outskirts of a Russian city. Lots of wooded areas—.” With another sip, he soon continues. “I used to head out and camp in the snow for days while my parents were away—. One day, I lost track of time. . . I was snowed in and unwilling to move and lose my position.” Settling —

“No I mean the Siberian type—.” A chuckle escapes, his frame relaxing against his seat as he speaks. “When I was younger—, before I joined the program I adored hunting. . . Spending time in nature was lovely, and I’d often lose track of time.”

Slowly shifting to sit—, a soft huff escaping as if he were an old man. Instead of speaking immediately he takes the mug, raising it to his lips for a sip. “. . . So—, how would you like to hear about how I was found and adopted into a wolf pack?”

Surprisingly he has no preference—. Though cream and sugar sounds lovely now. Ah, she underestimates how light his storytelling can be. Sure he’s basically a hitman for ONI, but he’s got some. . . Lighthearted stories as well.

He would adore a refill—, let him join her. He could perhaps try to talk her to sleep if his cardio regimen doesn’t suit her fancy. He can spin tales of his exploits and his youth to bore her to sleep.

His cardio routine is a bit. . . Extreme. A few dozen kilometers on a treadmill with a few kilograms of weight. Oxygen reduced incline sprints. Just enough to feel the burn in his muscles and to wear himself out for sleep.

Spartan level? It’s not exactly the best idea, but it’s worked for him. Dedicate a few hours in the war games simulator, usually after a few hours he’s feeling ready to crash. Otherwise, hit the gym. Cardio can be exhausting.

She spoken with one of the doc’s? They could probably give her somethin’, otherwise. . . She might have to exhaust herself first. Hit the rec room or somethin’. He’s seen what exhaustion can do first hand and it ain’t pretty, Spartan or not.

A thumb moves, lifting the bottom of his helmet up just so he could draw in a sip. A hum escapes as he offers another nod. Though forerunner DNA? That’s genuinely interesting, he’s only heard of a few people with similar biology.

Surprisingly he can. ONI doesn’t like the concept of sleeping on the job. He has on record thirty-six hour’s, but for a non-augmented soldier? She’s downright impressive. Yet a large hand will take the coffee, all before he nods in thanks.

Honestly? Cleansing by fire seems like it’d solve half the problems on base. As for him being awake? He’s got some insomnia—, so he burns himself out however he can.

Very true, perhaps a maintenance request is needed? As for the smell? His helmet does a pretty good job of dampening any and all scents.

Very true—, though he’s got a feeling some of the marines are keeping the cleaning staff at bay.

— 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐛𝐚𝐭 𝐌𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐜 Jaidee Edevane | Marine | Corporal | Leaves no man behind | 4’10” | Cheerful | Friendly | Lil’ ball of energy | Not much of a fighter #HaloRP | #ᴇʟᴜᴠᴇɪɴ

— 𝐎𝐃𝐒𝐓 Tora Dizzen | Sergeant | Breacher | Eccentric | Loudmouth | Troublemaker | 5’3” | Dependable | Headstrong | Not afraid to get her hands dirty #HaloRP | #ᴇʟᴜᴠᴇɪɴ

— 𝐒𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐧 𝐈𝐕 Captain Ripley “Winter” Kullander | ONI | Reach survivor | Former marine | Reconnaissance | Infiltration | Retrieval | 6’7” | 6’11” in armor | Mirage IIC | Friendly | Helpful | Loyal #ᴇʟᴜᴠᴇɪɴ | #HaloRP

“𝙉𝙤. 𝙉𝙤 - 𝙀𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚. 𝙒𝙚 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙙.” 💙 & 🔄 #HaloRP | #MVRP

ㅤ #HaloRP —— #MVRP 𝙰𝚕𝚙𝚑𝚊 𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚢 || 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝙷𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙰𝚜𝚜𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗 || 𝙸𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚛 “Do whatever it takes to gut them. Bleed them dry.” #ʙᴇʟᴀᴛᴏʀ ㅤ

𝑀𝒶𝒹𝑒 𝒾𝓉 𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓋𝑒, 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝐼 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝓀 𝐼 𝓁𝑜𝓈𝓉 𝒾𝓉— 𝒮𝒶𝒾𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝐼 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝒻𝒾𝓃𝑒, 𝓈𝒶𝒾𝒹 𝒾𝓉 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝓂𝓎 𝒸𝑜𝒻𝒻𝒾𝓃— —— UNSC spartan tech, genius, gearhead—Halo OC Repost??

“𝘾𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙤𝙣, 𝙬𝙚’𝙧𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙙𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙮𝙚𝙩.” 🤍 & 🔄 #HaloRP | #MVRP

Troubled times. Caught between confusion, pain and Distant eyes. Promises we made were in vain. If you must go, I wish you love. #MVRP #HALORP

Familiar sights, familiar smells. . . He adores the firing range.

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