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He came to a halt at her little interrogation , halfway through turning himself ; drawn back in my the curiosity of his own intrigues.
When was the last time he'd been on * 𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐇❓
When was the last time he'd taken a moment to debrief himself?
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‶ I'm just doing my job —— What we are brought together for. ʺ Rising to his full height , the deep ivy coat of his armored attire audibly shifting with each of his movements.
Looking to the palm of his hand , pretending as if though he were staring at his empty
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‶ Peace and quiet can come later —— there's work to do. ʺ Stern in his wording , Chief's head rose somewhat. Readying himself to get back on his feet.
The brief tenure of this serenity was all he needed to pick himself back up internally.
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Head steadily descended , the mystery of where his eyes wandered lost behind that deep - amber visor.
‶ —— I'm fine. ʺ A rare responce to such an inquiry , it wasn't often someone asked him something so personal. Responding in a way expected of him.
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Her responce would be met with the silent nod from him , his standing position shifting to sit himself opposite of her. Forearms resting against his knees.
‶ You're tired ? ʺ He asked , keeping his gaze affixed to her.
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xn--ze-00y.xn--6ii/
NAH DAWG , THAT AIN'T MY CHIEF
WHAT IS THIS SHOW IT'S SO BAD 😭😭😭
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‶ What's your status ——❓ʺ
Typical stoicism filtered through the external radio of his helmet. An almost lifeless inquiry.
With only the gentle pace in his steps hinting towards a tightly knit personality.
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His return is met with his usual silence , the orange visor of his helm staring to meet the others .
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‶ Sierra - 117 ; The Master Chief. ʺ The Spartan responded with that cold tone , devoid of sincerity as he jostled his helmet with a nod.
‶ —— What are you doing here? ʺ
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‶ It regulates internal temperatures depending on the enviornment. ʺ
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