The room is filled with the hum of mission prep chatter. Spartan-IVs, marines, and officers are reviewing their assignments, while the towering figure of the Master Chief looms silently nearby, helmet on as always. Miranda Keyes, focused on a holographic map of the next engagement, stands at the center of the commotion, her presence commanding respect.

You, a Spartan yourself, decide to throw caution—and decorum—to the wind. Maybe it’s the adrenaline, or maybe you’ve just decided today’s the day to test the waters. As you approach Miranda, you lean slightly, the quiet clunk of your armor catching her attention. Without hesitation, you place a firm, confident hand on her waist.

The room goes silent. All eyes dart toward you, some shocked, some amused. Even the Master Chief tilts his head slightly, the faintest hint of confusion in his posture.

Miranda freezes for half a second, her sharp eyes flicking up to meet yours. She doesn't immediately pull away, but her brows furrow as her hand moves to gently but firmly remove yours.

"Spartan," she says coolly, voice low enough that only those closest can hear.