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Hercules Hansen ([personal profile] heracleidae) wrote2013-09-06 11:57 pm

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[personal profile] thisisspartaaaaaaaan 2013-10-26 05:14 am (UTC)(link)
[Chief shows up in clothes that are too tight (yet just right) because really how do you find clothes for a man that's 6'10 and built like a soldier?

he comes with whatever tools he has, but mostly he's there to be muscle.
]

Marshal Hansen. [i'm the master chief.]
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[personal profile] thisisspartaaaaaaaan 2013-10-26 07:19 am (UTC)(link)
We've met? [he remembers that they had met before, but for a good reason he feigns ignorance. there's so much about that time that he can't talk about: the war, the neural lace - everything.]

I apologize, I don't remember.
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[personal profile] thisisspartaaaaaaaan 2013-10-27 05:15 am (UTC)(link)
That's strange.

[everyone has their secrets, and Spartans were one of the bigger secrets. he glances at the hand, remembering that's how much soldiers greet each other (the phrasing was on purpose)- he never greets civilians.]

The feeling is mutual.

[his hand feels heavy, like its' filled with lead instead of bone and chief shakes it with a loose and firm grip at the same time - it's strange.]