ᴇᴅᴡᴀʀᴅ ʙᴜᴄᴋ

❛ sʜᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴍᴏᴜᴛʜ—, ❜ sᴘᴀʀᴛᴀɴ ʙᴜᴄᴋ ɪɴᴅɪᴇ ᴘᴏʀᴛʀᴀʏᴀʟ ᴘᴇɴɴᴇᴅ ʙʏ: #ᴀʀᴀᴄʜɴɪᴅ #OpenRP ❛ ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴇᴛ sᴇᴛ ғᴏʀ ᴀ ᴄᴏᴍʙᴀᴛ ᴅʀᴏᴘ. ❜

Blink, blink. “Your favorite Helljumper turned Spartan’s back.”

“. . . Reds and Blues? You mean those sim troopers?” A bemused chuckle escapes. “I thought they were a publicity stunt done by the UEG—. I guess you’re their medic?”

“Ah—.” His response is short, though he lets his head bow slightly in a nod. “I get that, never been too keen on playing Doctor.”

“Everything alright—? I’m not used to office politics.” Taking a swig of his own, the Spartan can only turn to face her.

“‘course—, pull up a seat.” A hand waves the bartender down, requesting two more bottles.

S t r e t c h. If he’s needed he’s downing a few beers.

“Hell, I was gonna say when’d this mirror get so handsome?” 🤝

“Feels like everyone’s either dead or hidin’. Don’t know which is worse.”

🕷: Too many muses are coming back—, WHY?

“. . . I’ll ask Dare to check the ONI files. I’m willin’ to put money on it. Hell, people have been killed with stupider things than a tissue.”

“I heard one of those S-II’s killed a grunt with another grunt. Don’t doubt the raw talent when it comes to endin’ lives, Mick’.”

“Most of us have enough pockets and utility compartments to choke an Elite. . . . . . Why is it so weird to have tissues?”

“. . . Greeeeat, outta all the times I need one and no one’s got one.”

Cue the extremely loud sneeze. “. . . Anyone got tissues?”

🕷: I haven’t played in months!

🕷: Y’all I didn’t know firefight came to Halo Infinite.

It’s nights like these that he’s up remembering the Rookie’s funeral. He needs a drink—.

You haven’t seen her ‘round, right? I’ve gotta bunch of catching up to do.