Master Chief has probably never had a holiday. Think about that, the weathered space marine hasn’t experienced the pleasure of popping to Butlins or even a brief trip to Disneyland Paris on the Eurostar. You haven’t lived until you’ve done one of those, preferably both.
His whole existence is defined by conflict, an upbringing that saw him morphed into an immovable object of aggression that lived to fight for humanity and little else. For decades he has fought against endless waves of enemies,
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