#napsoldier

[ddelaware]

“ sometimes fixing something is stopping it from breaking further ” { HENLO!!!! }

             her stance shows defeat. knees planted against the metal of her hatch and her head finding its place softly against his thigh. perhaps it wouldn’t be so sad if her suit wasn’t in a position all too the same. why do things have to happen the way they do, why does the universe revolve the way it does. it wasn’t fair, she’d think, she’d been nothing but good; all she craved was a sense of normalcy... a sense of family. they had only just built this, she only just got here; why break so soon? she had him, at least, she guessed; the boy who fell from the moon she so idolised. even then it wasn’t enough, she feared the unknown of it... of FIXING it,

                            “i don’t understand... i just want things to go back to how they were,” 

@napsoldier // x .

[mighty-baron-kazimir-blog]

@napsoldier liked for a starter

The Baron was no fool, even if he may seem simplistic and brutal to some. He recognised gunfire when he heard it. The sounds of combat were like a beautiful piece of classical music to him, and filled him with nostalgia

...Nostalgia, and the overwhelming urge to beat the дерьмо out of something.

The source it seemed was a Jiralhanae Spiker, a rather nasty implement that certainly wasn’t to the Baron’s taste. The blades were far too curvy, and it wasn’t a Kalashnikov, and so the wielder had to be punished for his poor taste in firearms. That and he also appeared to be firing at someone. The Baron charged and leapt into the air, his thrusters firing and sending him crashing down on the Brute like the Tunguska event. With a sickening crunch, the Brute’s head was pavement pizza.

He glanced over at the human, and waved his massive hand. “Is good Comrade! I crush him.”

[ddelaware]

“ leap off the precipice before anyone can shove you ” Of course an ODST would be the one to say it, smh!

                       “of course you’d say that... i’d rather avoid jumping off anything if that’s okay with you,” she sounds harsh, but without her suit these heights seem much more daunting and a lot less friendly; she didn’t like this wind she was feeling, “i know we throw ourselves from orbit a lot but honestly, you need to stop thinking about it like it’s a game... it’s not, and with the lack of armour we have? it’s dangerous, ricky, don’t push me off,” bold words coming from her, a literal test pilot of things they’re still unaware of if they’ll explode or not. but she cared, and she was worried for him; this boy was still too sweet to be here. the amount of jumps like this scared her... and she really hoped no one was planning to push her off.

@napsoldier //  x .

[drtoaster]

A very delayed starter from Seris for @napsoldier

The reptilian creature was floating, suspending itself with its own telekinetic abilities, crosslegged in the air. It had been told that this place was relatively quiet and safe by Toaster, and had chosen here to meditate for a while. However, something was tugging on the edge of its thoughts. The acute awareness of being observed.

It opened its eyes slowly, looking up at see who was watching it. A human, standing just in the doorway. It tilted its head for a moment, before letting its feet move to the floor and standing up, stretching a little, before addressing the human in its soft, calm tones.

“Greetings, human. I take it you are curious about my meditation? Please come forward. I will be quite happy to answer any questions you have.”

[gamma-two-one-two]

❣

❣- A memory that leaves them laughing

“Hey, Aoife, you’re not supposed to have that outside of--”“Shhhh.” The other Gamma bore an impish grin for a moment, placing a hand atop Lily’s mouth. After she seemed to accept silence, the hand was removed, and Aoife’s attention returned to the hand grenade. “...I’m gonna’ leave it in Ambrose’s stuff.”

. . . By the next time live fire grenadier training had come around, Lily had entirely forgotten about the incident in question. “...Don’t ever release the spoon unless you’re pitching it down-range,” said Kurt, “like so.” Off the grenade sailed, well down-range, where the Spartan-IIIs sat behind ballistic cover as to be able to observe safely. Kurt ducked behind his cover, and waited for detonation... ...Which came, in the form of the sound of a half-dozen party streamers going off at once. Confetti burst from the sand like a child’s birthday pinata, and at once, every single assembled Gamma erupted into raucous laughter. 

. . . Lily looked at the spoon of the grenade before her, turning the explosive over in her hand thoughtfully. Overhead, gunfire was continuously exchanged back and forth. She couldn’t help but laugh at the recollection, as she squeezed it down and ripped back the pin. “...Surprise, you purple-blooded bastards.”

[b3l2-a]

‘ do you ever like wake up and do something and you’re just like what the hec– fuck is goin on ’ It's just one of those days!

   Six isn’t paying attention at first, only catching the end of his words and looking over with a questioning gaze. Several seconds pass before she opens her mouth as if to respond but nothing comes out. Displaying a frown she settles for simply giving Ricky a small nod. 

   “If you say so.. Uh.. could you repeat the question?” It is clear that sleep had not been on the SPARTAN’s side as of late. 

[drtoaster]

Though not the best when it comes to gift giving, Rookie certainly dug hard for this one. It felt like the Cyborg could get his hands on anything he needed, but passing by a certain store gave him just the idea! The ODST doesn't say a thing, just holds up an antique wooden box that audibly sloshes when the contents are moved. Inside is a carefully cushioned bottle of 'Diplomatico Ambassador.' A tall gold bag holds a clear, red Moselland Cat Riesling within white paper. Happy birthday Toaster!

The Cyborg lets out a soft gasp of “Hooooly fuck....” As he carefully opened the box eyed the bottles, holding them carefully and looking them over. “Holy shit Rooks! This is some good stuff, thanks a ton! Fucking hell this must’ve cost you a bomb....” He sets his gifts aside, picking up the ODST in a hug of gratitude that would have snapped lesser men in two.

“Y’wanna have some now? Birthday drinks with my favourite ODST sounds like an absolute banger.”

[drtoaster]

♚ { (✧w✧) }

Toaster glanced over at the Rookie, looking him up and down for a moment. The poor ODST had been attempting to help Toaster rubber-duck his way through a new gun design he was working on that had been giving him shit, and had clearly passed out.

“Poor bugger’s knackered.” Toaster grumbled, gently moving Rookie’s head off his shoulder, allowing him to remove his pauldron and allow the snoozing shock trooper to rest his head on something that wasn’t titanium alloy. “There ya go.”