Halo|| Master Chief x M!Reader {1/2}

Master Chief x Male!Reader- Not From These Parts

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You hummed as you stuffed your hands into your hoodie pockets, breathing in the air of (h/t). It was dark, and you were currently walking home from work. You had gotten a summer job, having graduated high school this year, and you were saving up for a car along with a small apartment you had your eye on. But until you could afford your own car, or even your own place, you had to rely on your step mom to drive you to work, but never from. She would then go out and party to her heart's content, or demise, then come home in the wee hours of the morning, reeking of alcohol and smoke.

As you reached the steps of her sandy colored home, you noticed only one light was on, and that was the living room. Sighing, you unlocked the door with the key she begrudgingly handed you, and stepped inside, turning your head to see your stepmother asleep on the couch, a bottle of amber liquid clutched tightly in her hand, a smoldering cigarette laying in the ash tray.

Quietly, you closed the front door and tiptoed into the living room, grabbing the blanket from the armchair and draping it over your stepmother. Next, you slid the bottle from her grasp and placed it on the table, leaning in and placing a chaste kiss on her forehead before stepping out of the living room and flicking off the light. "Night, mom." You whispered before you turned and trudged up the stairs, peeling off your work clothes along the way. Your dad wouldn't be home for a while, he was off serving the military. Brave man.

Dressed in just your boxers, you decided to let off some steam from work by playing some Halo. Grabbing your Halo 3 controller, you flicked on your Xbox and turned on the flat screen T.V resting on a table across from your bed. You flopped down on said furniture, and waited for your home screen to boot up before you pressed "Play".

-Timeskip-

3 hours later, at 3:30 in the morning, [M/N] finally fell asleep, accidentally leaving his beloved technology on. When it was sure he was in a deep sleep, the screen began to swirl and slowly reach for the teenager, engulfing his body in codes and glitches. When they had hold of him, they ripped him from the bed and sucked him straight into the TV screen, returning to normal. He fell through codes and digits, letters and numbers, just falling through the endless cyber space until the Halo icon popped up, reaching out and pulling him in.

When he came to, it would be in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by humans in armor. You started, shooting upwards and looking down at yourself. Your Aquaman boxers were a sight to see before you quickly covered yourself, sporting a bright pink blush. One of the soldiers chuckled before offering you a hand, which you gladly took, and hoisted you to your feet. "Chief! We've gotta live one!" Another soldier yelled out, and you squinted in confusion before the 8 foot tall figure of Master Chief walked into view. You craned your neck to look up into his helmet, and when you felt like your eyes connected, you looked away.

"Somebody get him some clothes. And then we'll take him to Johnson." Chief ordered, moving his head up and down as he carefully scrutinized your body, looking for any signs of hostility. Finding none, he looked away and began walking towards the Pelican they had arrived in. The group led you in where one of the soldiers had gone on board to get you some spare clothes, and you gladly accepted them with a tiny "Thank you."

Getting dressed in front of so many people, including the Spartan Chief, made you even more self conscious than you already were. The constant stares from the female soldier made you uneasy, and you kept glancing at Chief. He would look back at you and you would fumble with your pant leg until you finally got it on, looking away in shame. Helmet or not, he could still see you.

A few hours passed, and the Pelican landed smoothly in what you assumed was the bunker. When the Pelican finally cut off its engines, you were practically the first one off the ship. Sgt. Johnson stood waiting with his arms behind his back, a scowl on his face as he caught sight of you. Unconsciously, you cowered behind Master Chief and walked closely behind him. He looked out the corner of his eye at you, and a small hint of a smile tugged at his lips. Newly met or not, he was secretly starting to get attached to you. He mentally slapped himself, silently telling himself to get a grip. He couldn't get attached to anyone on his mission. It's bad enough everyone knew he trusted Cortana.

"Chief. Who's the new guy? A friend of yours?" Sgt. Johnson circled you, inspecting you closely. You felt like an ant underneath a magnifying glass. In the game, he wasn't usually so hostile, it was just his voice that made people feel small. But here, in whatever dimension this was, he was completely different. Chief seemed a bit off as well. "Yes. We found him after the mission, decided it would be best that he came here." Chief looked down at Sgt. Johnson, and he immediately caved with a sigh. "Fine. But he's bunking with you."

Sharing a room with your all time favorite video game character who you don't know even likes you or not? Yikes. This is gonna be fun.