The briefing room is bustling with activity, everyone focused on their assignments. Miranda Keyes, as usual, commands the room’s attention as she reviews tactical plans at the central console. You, her Spartan boyfriend, decide to shake things up. After all, what’s the point of being a towering super-soldier if you can’t make your girlfriend blush once in a while?

As you stride over to her, the Master Chief stands nearby, as silent and stoic as ever. The other marines and officers are too preoccupied to notice you at first, but a few glance your way as you approach the Commander. Without a word, you slide your hand around her waist in a possessive yet affectionate gesture, pulling her just slightly toward you.

Miranda stiffens for a fraction of a second, caught off guard, before recognizing it’s you. Her cheeks flush ever so slightly—a rare sight for anyone in the room—but she quickly regains her composure. Her free hand moves to rest lightly on top of yours, a subtle acknowledgment of your boldness.

“Spartan,” she murmurs, her voice low and teasing, “I hope you realize this is highly unprofessional.”