Spartans never die (Male Reader x Halo Harem)

Arrival (Halo 3)

It is a night sky. Several bright pinpoints of white light, stars, hang in the centre. It's a tranquil forest, with lush forestry and a winding river. You don't know what happened or where you are all you know is that your falling but to where you wonder. The only thing that sticks out to you is a voice inside you head. A voice of someone you lost, someone you care about, someone you love. The voice became louder as you finally recognised it. The voice belonged to Cortana.

Cortana (Flashback): "They let me pick. Did I ever tell you that? Choose whichever Spartan I wanted."

Cortana (Flashback): "You know me. I did my research. Watched as you became the soldier we needed you to be."

As the camera pans down, something comes into view entering the atmosphere, trailing flames splitting the night sky. Although it is not recognizable at this time, it is the Prophet of Truth's Dreadnought.

Cortana (Flashback): "Like the others, you were strong and swift and brave. A natural leader."

The fireball comes nearer, falling towards the ground of the planet.

Cortana (Flashback): "But you had something they didn't. Something no one saw, but me."

A second, lesser fireball breaks off from the main one. It moves at an oblique angle to the first, which is to say, towards the camera. It moves closer while the first vanishes behind a spray of trees.

Cortana (Flashback): "Can you guess?"

The object moves even nearer, and its trajectory begins to curve until it is heading directly for the forest ground.

Cortana (Flashback): "Luck."

The fireball roars past and smashes into the ground with an earth-shattering impact. For a the area around the fireball is a jungle, quiet and peaceful, and now, full of light and sound. Cortana's last words are tinged with humour.

Cortana (Flashback): "Was I wrong?"

Down on the same forest, but now it's early morning, with the sun streaming through the trees onto the smoking ruin where the object hit ground. In the foreground, an armoured gauntlet is visible. In the background, several Marines move around, First Squad. The one in the back wears a Sergeant's cap. The Marines of First Squad anxiously observe an object just below the camera position. A dread silence permeates the jungle.

Marine #1: "This ain't good."

Marine #2: "Damn. How far did he fall?"

The Sergeant in the hat turns around and takes a long drag on his cigar.

Marine #3: "Two kilometres, easy."

The Sergeant blows out smoke. It is none other than Sergeant Major Avery J. Johnson.

Sergeant Johnson: "Stay sharp!"

The Marines move closer to the object while one aims his gun to the left then the right of the looking for any sign of the enemy. For the first time, we can see that it is you. You lie at one end of your own personal crater, the result of falling about two kilometres. Despite the motionlessness of the person inside, the armour is neither scratched nor singed, apart from a large scrape across the upper right of the chest plate. You lie in an odd position, like a dropped statue, the figure is still, hands raised awkwardly. You are still and silent. The Marines move closer to the you, taking up combat positions. One sits down beside you and takes out a small computer.

Sergeant Johnson: "Corpsman?"

Marine Corpsman: (doubtfully) "His armour's locked up. Gel layer could have taken most of the impact..."