“It still works, and the color’s good camouflage.”
“At least let me spruce it up a bit. I have so many ideas, and you’d make for a fun challenge, Jon.”
“If that’s what you want-”
“SIS, CAN I HELP TOO? PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE?”
“…”
And that was the day Master Chief learned that just because you’re staying with the living embodiment of generosity, room and board still comes with a price. Also, Space Marines are jerks.
More RariSweetiChief, because why not.
Exactly. Gifted the same way that their chaos weapons, custodes armour, and farseer in the basement who won’t stop screaming were.
That, or they get a new recruit. A rather unwilling one, but hey, he was probably with the Blood Ravens at some point. Maybe. The records aren’t clear.
Whatever. If anyone asks, he was gifted to them.
That, or they’ll get half their chapter killed.
Again.
NO2. the hell is the red metal thing in the garden