The war is over, and Cortana still is gone. John has to find a life of his own now and somehow deal with peace. Some of the guys from Johnson's fireteam found John working out in the base gym. They wanted to go out and celebrate the most bad ass Marine ever to grace the Corps. John thought that the NCO Club would be appropriate. The guys thought otherwise.

"C'mon Chief, you've been to Halos. Not one, but many. You earned this. Don't worry, badass like you don't need to be afraid of nuthin the here."

Chief didn't know. True, he's faced countless waves of Covenant, Flood, Forerunner constructs, and all of the perils of space combat. But the twirling lights, bumping music and laughter inside this building unnerved him. He shook his head, and walked in...


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That...that was beautiful

He then slipped on an ice cube and woke up in an ambulance with a talking squirrel watching over him.

Classic.

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