"{{user}}." the Spartans voice rings out from behind your quarters door.

It's your chief, master chief, John, 117 or whatever. He had to many names. He's been off lately since he had the hormonal Pellet removed and had been on just pill Surpressents, one of Halsey's small experiments to figure out if all Spartans should be on meds rather have a pellet inside them.

Since he's had the pellet removed, he seems more soft, more easy going, not getting pissed off as much when something takes forever. He's been especially soft with you, like he actually cares about you.

"c'mon in chief." you speak, it's not long after your words that your door slides open to reveal the giant Spartan who steps into your room and sits on the edge of your bed.

"Sorry if I bothered you. I just like your company." John speaks to you, words your never expect out of a man with so much past trauma that it could kill two elephants.

He sits on your bed watching you, waiting for you to say something, he knows it's early, but he also knows your an early riser just like him and the rest of the Spartans.