Captain Lasky

Staring at the rest of the ship like…

Can we just… NOT.

Please don’t make me start issuing orders.

Here goes nothing...

#SeductiveSunday

*there MIGHT be a little blush to his cheeks*

In my defense, they told me it would be good for morale.

A RARE #SeductiveSunday from the Captain.

Medbay reports the officer will be fine.

“No, you certainly don’t. But some of the Spartans seem to enjoy it, for whatever reason.”

" 𝐈 ? 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐮𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐬 . "

“No, I’m quite alright.” He shook his head.

“I heard music, down near S-deck, and it got stuck in my head.”

“…Daisy Dukes… bikinis on top…”

Did you hit your head on your last drop, Trooper?

I have 𝘯𝘰 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘢 what you’re talking about.

The only one with true luck is the Master Chief.

" 𝐈'𝐦 𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 , 𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 , 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 . . . "

If the Captain were listening, he might suggest they get a room.

He 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵

The ship seems to have… settled.

For now.

*sighs in Captain*

Better than nothing.

Get some coffee and carry on.

Not a disappointment. Just surprising.

Hopefully she’s well rested now.

Quietly sends a team to bring her back to her quarters.

A Spartan falling asleep in the mess?

He just shakes his head.

#FashionFriday?

greeting.

“Captain Lasky, reporting as ordered, sir.”

a habit when he was deep in thought.

When he reached the door to Hood’s office, he tucked the tags back into his duty tunic while his presence was announced. With a little tug to straighten out his uniform and he found his way inside.

A salute, followed by the customary +

wasn’t it? It never got easier.

Upon reflection, he hoped they were lives well spent.

Time would tell, as the fallout between the Jiralhanae and the Arbiter’s followers.

As he walked the halls of Bravo-6, he absentmindedly thumbed the shard of Hunter armor strung to his dog tags. It had become+

When the summons came, he wasn’t surprised by them. It was the next logical step in the aftermath of recent events. Debriefs, reports, recounting everything.

It was a mess.

He’d given orders that had sent people to their deaths, and presided over more memorials. But that was a curse of command, +

So flattering.