#office of naval intelligence oc

[crystalsandbubbletea]

Berat: Why do you act like we’re three year olds?

Sila, exasperated: WHY?!?

Sila, pointing at Kat: YOU TRIED TO HIJACK A CAR!

Sila, now pointing at Six: YOU NEARLY JUMPED TWENTY FEET OFF A CARPARK!

Sila, now pointing at Berat: AND YOU ATE MULTIPLE DRIED LEAVES AND ROCKS OFF THE GROUND!

Sila: AND YOU ASK ME WHY????

[thecountofs]

"We all have our Great Journeys"

My Time In ONI

Full Metal Brat Saga & Berserk Forces Saga works.

Almost ready for a wider reveal

[berat-adil-emre-yukime]

I woke up and checked my notifications...

EVERYONE SCATTER, HIDE, AND CHANGE YOUR IDENTITIES-

[unsc-offical]

is it true that they put the mamsnrhbr chehfde in the soder?

DEY PUB DA MAMSNRABER CHIFED INT A SODRE

[b00mrang]

ATTENTION ALL PERSONNEL

(CRASH Episode 5: Must Come Down)

[ask-monty-christo]

A Drive With Yourself

[Neural_Marker_Test.sim...Start Playback]

The car rumbles down the long-winding path that leads to Snowfort; stretched to impossible lengths as the red-haired man drives slowly. It didn't quite matter the speed, he knows that they're not actually moving, but this is the least of his worries.

In the Car with him are 4 other versions of himself, labelled after their age. 5 Sits between 15 and 25, with 20 in the Passenger Seat. 30 is the one driving.

At first it was silent, the men, Man? analyzing the other counterparts of himself, 25 making particular note that 30 doesn't have the headband, 20, 15, and 5 don't even know why 25 has one. 5 makes the most obvious observation, and decides to ask about it.

In a thick Irish accent, the words tumble out unprofessionally, "Why do we look so tired?"

All the others respond in unison, "Work."

5, having gotten an answer, seems content and leans back into his seat. "Where are we going?"

30 responds alone this time. "Snowfort." It's a curt response, only he knows what that was, the importance it holds.

15 Speaks up this time, pointing to the ring on 30's hand, and the one tied to a necklace around his neck. "What are those for?"

30 sighs and turns into an off road, avoiding the main base for now and instead driving up the mountain. "They're wedding rings, our Wife dies only a year after we meet her."

Solemnness fills the car; the younger alternatives don't know what to say, they don't know if they can say anything at all.

"She was good to us," 30 continues, a bitter-sweet smile on his face. "Damn brilliant too, always could outwit us."

For but a brief moment, the others know 30's struggle.

"Do we beat the Insurrectionists?" 25 asks, 15 nodding along, "Yeah, do we get back at those bastards that paralyzed us?"

"Focus got shifted, with New Harmony being glassed and all." 30 answers, before tossing a glance over his shoulder.

15 is mortified, 5 has no clue what that means.

"But, no. We don't. They're not a centralized opponent like the Covenant, their policies and battle acumen vary too widely. We take down one cell, two more pop up in its place." 30 elaborates, with 5 tuning out the adult conversation; opting instead to enjoy the scenery of the wintery, forested mountains.

"Do we protect people?" 15 asks, 25 looks to 30 expectantly.

"Not as many as we want." 30 informs, thumb now fidgeting with his wedding ring.

"Why?" Asks 20, who had been silent up until now. "I mean, our entire goal was to keep others safe, it's why we went through all those years of hell sleeping on Ulysses' sofa."

25 speaks up, "It was a nice sofa." His voice monotone, but still showing hints of his accent.

All the adults agree, nodding with small noises of content.

30 would return to 20's question after pondering it a few moments. "War just turns out to be a lot rougher than we expected. People we thought were friends are actually our foes, and perceived foes ended up being some of our greatest allies." 30 explains.

"You're beating around the bush" 15 accuses 30, a small glare in his eyes. He did not like the sound of his senior's voice, while 25 was cold, 30 has a different coldness to him. The same detached look UNSC Officers gave him while he begged on the streets.

"You said we were rich before we started this drive when I asked about gas money, why couldn't we use that to help more people?" 15 half accuses, half suggests.

30 would begin to reply, before closing his mouth, 20 replying in his stead. "Money doesn't solve everything."

"No but it does make things a whole lot easier for those in poverty!" 15 barks.

"Too much economic influence would sully our impact elsewhere" 30 finally responds. "I use that money to leverage legislators, and UEG Politicians.

"We're a fucking bureaucrat?!" 15 growls as he unhooks his seatbelt. "Alright get me out I've heard enough." He spits, 30 does not slow down.

"Quiet down, you're startling 5." 20 reminds 15, who looks over at 5 and sighs.

"Sorry Bud." 5 gives a smile to 15, a rehearsed smile that they're all far too familiar with. "Its okay!" He chimes.

30 would begin again. "Change does not come by acts of heroism and martyrdom. Not on their own. You need to have leverage, sure a good heroic act can rally the people, but without policy, without discipline…" 30 trails off.

"The Road just continues to stretch longer and longer." He'd point to the ever-lengthening road that they're driving on.

15 would grumble and look out the window, before looking 30 in the eyes through the rearview mirror. "Do we at least keep the Civilians safe?"

30 would hum, hitting the turn signal as he turns into yet another sideroad, musing on this thought as they travelled along.

"From ourselves and the Bureaucracy of O.N.I. and the U.E.G." 30 would reassure, before continuing. "Although we do end up having our likeness used for propaganda…on both sides of the conflict."

"So you keep the people enslaved like sheep?" 15 accuses.

"Its more complicated than that." 25 and 30 say at the same time, 30's self-hatred burns brighter at agreeing with 25, knowing what that headband does.

"Guys what I think 15 is saying is that we could do better" 20 offers, while giving 15 a reassuring smile.

"15 doesn't know the way of the world" 25 sneers.

"Neither do you" 30 retorts, glaring daggers at 25 in the backseat.

5 would speak up again, a very soft and gentle question.

"Are We Happy?" He asks with such pure hope in his voice.

30 can't bring himself to answer, tears welling up in his eyes as the vision around him fades, He's sat on a balcony waiting for another meeting to start, smoking from his pipe.

Monty would get up and tap his Pipe on the ash tray to empty it, as he takes a final swig of coffee; he looks to the dual rising suns of Caltari.

"We're working on that bud, We'll get there." he finally answers the question.

[END PLAYBACK]

[sh33bsart]

bush <3

[nebula1734]

My characters would be both on assignment from ONI and be like “wow, haven’t seen you in ages! It’s so nice to see you again!”

A husband and wife unexpectedly meet in the same spot, both trying to bury a body

[tip-top-cloud-surfer]

Three Generations - Rooster

Pairing: Rooster / Fem!Reader (Wife!Reader)

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: Rooster is a Dad; Female Reader with No Name or Physical Description, No Y/N, Third Person POV; OC Bradshaw Kid without Physical Description (minus a reference to his smile being similar to Rooster's)

This work, all of my other works, and my entire blog are 18+ Only.

Summary: Rooster is married. Maverick found out when the paperwork got filed with the Navy, but he doesn’t have a chance to ask Rooster about it until after the mission

Master List

Sequel: A Day with Duckie

Maverick remembered the text that he received from Ice about four years prior to the mission.

The kid’s married.

Three little words that felt like bullets straight to Maverick’s heart. Bradley was married. Married. Maverick shouldn’t have been surprised, really. Bradley was more than old enough for marriage. Especially for a naval officer. But it still hurt, it still stung that he wasn’t there to see it.

Ice gave him Rooster’s wife’s name but he couldn’t find many photos of the two of them together. Rooster’s wife’s profiles were all set to private, but Maverick did find some photos posted by one of the bridesmaids. He printed them out and hung them up in his hangar, next to his old photos of Rooster. Even if he cried like a baby while he did it.

It wasn’t until after the mission, when they were sitting alone in their hospital room together, that Maverick had a chance to ask Rooster about his wife.

“You got married?” Maverick asked Rooster quietly.

Maverick gestured to his own left ring finger, which made Rooster fiddle with his gold band. Staring down at his wedding ring for a moment, Rooster tried to figure out how to respond properly to Maverick’s question. Nodding slowly, Rooster turned back to Maverick.

“Yeah, I did,” Rooster answered quietly.

“Congratulations,” Maverick replied softly.

“Thank you,” Rooster returned, fiddling with his ring again.

“How did you meet?”

“She was in the Navy. She worked in intelligence, though. We met through mutual friends and I asked her out. We went on a date to a karaoke bar and never looked back,” Rooster explained, smiling at the memories. “I asked her to marry me about two years after that.”

“And you’re happy?”

“Extremely,” Rooster replied without missing a beat. “Her and Kai, they’re my whole life.”

“Kai?” Maverick asked curiously.

Rooster, seemingly realizing his slip, shrunk a bit into himself. He looked nervous. Incredibly nervous. Fiddling with his wedding band again, Rooster slowly turned back to Maverick.

“Kai is my son.”

“You’re a dad?” Maverick asked, unable to stop the emotion from dripping into his tone.

Not only had Maverick missed Rooster’s wedding, but he also missed the birth of Rooster’s child, and all of the little milestones along the way. And that ache in his chest quietly intensified, though Maverick tried to not let it show.

“Yeah, I am.”

Rooster reached for his phone, pulled up a photo, and passed his phone over to Maverick. He grabbed Rooster’s phone and stared down at the photo. And Maverick would have been lying if he said that he didn’t get a little choked up at the sight of it.

Rooster and a woman that Maverick knew was Rooster’s wife were standing together with a little baby boy sandwiched between them. A little boy that had his father’s smile—albeit one with a few missing teeth—and a matching Hawaiian shirt. Rooster’s wife smiled widely at the camera with her cheek smushed against the top of her son’s head.

And Rooster looked happier in that photo than Maverick had seen him since before Carole passed, even though Rooster wasn’t looking in the direction of the camera. No, Rooster was far too busy smiling at his little family.

“Are they coming to see you?” Maverick asked, handing the phone back to Rooster.

“Yeah, uh, their flight lands tomorrow morning. Phoenix said that she would pick them up from the airport and bring them here,” Rooster explained, placing his phone aside. Rooster paused before turning back to Maverick. “And . . . can you . . . can you not mention the part about me defying a direct order and everything that happened afterwards?”

“I won’t,” Maverick promised, earning a thankful nod from Rooster. “But, at some point, Brad, I think that you should be honest with her about it. As much as you can, given the sensitive information, anyways. Not that I’m in any position to give anyone marriage advice but . . . you should be honest with your wife.”

“I will,” Rooster returned quietly. “It’s just that she gets really stressed when I’m in the hospital. I don’t want to overwhelm her.”

“Are you scared about her reaction?”

“A little bit,” Rooster admitted honestly.

Maverick chuckled, reminiscing about how Goose always looked when he was worried about telling Carole about whatever shenanigans they got into back in the day.

“I’m sure that you’ll be fine.”

~~~~~

Maverick and Rooster were discharged from the hospital the next day.

Phoenix, along with Rooster’s wife and Kai, were supposed to pick them up. Rooster spotted Phoenix’s car and walked after it. The passenger door flew open and Rooster’s wife. She walked around the car to see that Phoenix was helping Kai out of the back seat.

Kai slid out of Phoenix’s car and immediately perked up when he spotted his dad quickly making his way over. But knowing her son, Rooster’s wife snatched him by the back of his shirt before he could run out into the parking lot.

“You have to hold Mommy’s hand when you’re in the parking lot,” she reminded her son.

She looked up and down the road before leading Kai across it. But once Kai safely stepped up onto the sidewalk, she released his hand and let Kai run to Rooster.

“Daddy!” Kai yelled happily, running into Rooster’s waiting arms.

Bradley bent down and scooped Kai up. Holding Kai to his chest, Rooster pressed a kiss to Kai’s hair as he rocked his son back and forth in his arms. Almost like Rooster was trying to soothe himself with his son’s presence.

“I missed you so much, Kai.”

Rooster pressed another kiss to Kai’s head before turning to his wife. She looked like she was trying to hold it together and just barely managing it. But when she caught Rooster’s gaze, she let some more emotion show. Wordlessly, Rooster held out an arm to her and she immediately ran into his embrace, officially reuniting the family of three.

“I’m alright,” Rooster assured her, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “I’m okay.”

As Rooster reassured his wife and son that he was fine, Maverick walked around them to stand beside Phoenix. After his wife and Kai were soothed, Rooster turned to introduce them to Maverick.

“Guys, this is Maverick. Mav, this is my wife,” Rooster stated, wrapping his arm around his wife’s waist.

“The man who pulled your papers?” Rooster’s wife asked sharply. Maverick winced at her tone.

“We got past that,” Rooster assured his wife, which caused her to immediately relax.

“Well, it’s nice to finally meet you then,” she replied with a much warmer tone. Rooster’s wife walked over to give Maverick a proper hug that Maverick was happy to return. “And to put a face to the name after all the stories.”

“It’s nice to meet you as well,” Maverick replied, releasing Rooster’s wife.

“And this is my son, Kai,” Rooster added, bouncing his son lightly on his arm. Smiling at his son with complete and utter adoration, Rooster nudged him in the side. “Kai, this is Maverick.”

“Hi,” Maverick greeted Kai softly.

“Hi,” Kai returned shyly, resting his head on Rooster’s shoulder.

“Mav’s a pilot like me,” Rooster explained to his son, causing Kai to pick his head up again. “And he used to fly around with your Grandpa Goose.”

“Really?” Kai asked his dad, earning a nod from Rooster.

Kai stared over at Maverick with newfound curiosity and Maverick tried to not choke up at the clear similarities between Kai and Rooster. Kai wasn’t so much his dad’s twin, but he had that same expression and look in his eye that Maverick saw all the time on a younger Bradley. Offering a small encouraging smile to Kai, Maverick decided to approach.

“Yeah, your Grandpa Goose used to sit in my back seat,” Maverick replied, nodding along. “And he was the best at what he did.” Trying to not burst out into tears at the fact that he was talking about Goose while Baby Goose was holding Grandbaby Goose, Maverick managed a small smile. “Your grandpa’s callsign was Goose. Your dad’s is Rooster. What bird do you want as your callsign, Kai?”

“Mommy calls me ‘Duckie’,” Kai informed Maverick, ending his sentence with a giggle.

“Yes, because he’s impossible to pull out of the water once he’s in,” Rooster explained, shaking his head playfully at his son. “And he pretends that he can’t hear us.”

“No,” Kai giggled, clearly lying.

“He’s also a great liar,” Rooster quipped, tickling Kai’s stomach.

Kai squealed and pushed his dad’s hand away, but he couldn’t stop giggling. And Maverick tried to not burst out into tears again. Baby Goose had a baby. The little baby that he used to babysit and take for extra ice cream had a little baby of his own now.

God, Maverick was getting old.

~~~~~

After spending the day with the rest of the Dagger Squad, Maverick and the Bradshaw family of three retired to Maverick’s quaint residence in town. Rooster grew up in the house after Carole’s death and his old bedroom was perfectly preserved from that time.

It was only about a half an hour before Kai’s bedtime when Rooster approached Maverick in the kitchen.

“Can you watch Kai for a second?”

“Yeah, of course,” Maverick agreed, nodding along immediately. “But why? Where are you going?”

“I just thought that I should tell her,” Rooster explained, keeping his voice low. “There were too many close calls as it was with the rest of the Dagger Squad, so I need to tell her. About the mission and . . . my little stunt.”

“The couch is very comfortable,” Maverick joked, earning a tired sigh from Rooster. “You’ll be fine.”

“I hope so,” Rooster replied, straightening up.

Rooster thanked Maverick before the two rejoined Kai and Rooster’s wife out in the living room. Rooster managed to find an old Connect 4 game in the cabinet and his wife tried to teach Kai how to play. They were sitting around the coffee table with Kai studying the layout closely.

“Can I play with you, Kai?” Maverick asked, moving to sit down beside Kai.

“Yeah,” he mumbled, not taking his eye off of the board.

Maverick saw Rooster lean down to whisper something in his wife’s ear before she nodded. Turning to Kai, Rooster’s wife leaned over and tapped him on the shoulder, causing Kai to look up.

“Behave for Maverick, okay?”

“Okay, Mommy.”

Rooster and his wife got up and headed out of the room to talk. Kai turned to Maverick once his parents were out of sight.

“Why did they leave?”

“They just needed to talk about some things. Adult things. Nothing fun,” Maverick stated, causing Kai to nod with a slight pout. Maverick moved to take the seat that Rooster’s wife was sitting in and picked up a yellow piece. “Did you take a plane to get over here, Kai?”

“Yeah,” Kai stated, smiling up at Maverick.

“Do you like flying?”

“Yeah.”

“Has your dad ever taken you flying before?” Kai shook his head dramatically, causing Maverick to nod along. “You just fly with your mom then?”

“Yeah. Daddy gets scared,” Kai informed Maverick, leaning on the coffee table.

“Well, it’s a little scary when you’re a pilot and someone else is flying the plane,” Maverick replied, very well acquainted with the control freak tendencies that popped up when a naval aviator flew commercial. “And your daddy just wants to make sure that you and everyone else is safe.”

“Mommy tells him to relax,” Kai replied, emphasizing the word with a wave of his hand.

Kai must have seen his mom do that exact routine at least a thousand times because he seemed to know the part by heart. He had the expression, the wave of his hand, and the tone down perfectly. Maverick couldn’t help but laugh.

“Does he listen to her?” Maverick quipped, failing at hiding his amusement.

“Sometimes,” Kai answered with a giggle.

“Like you?”

“Yeah.”

Maverick was about to ask Kai another question when Rooster’s wife’s voice echoed around the house. The door to Rooster’s old bedroom did little to muffle the shock and sheer incredulousness of Rooster’s wife’s question.

“You did what!?”

“Have you ever seen the moon, Kai?” Maverick asked the toddler, quickly getting up to his feet.

“Yeah,” Kai replied as Maverick scooped him up into his arms.

“Well, looking again wouldn’t hurt,” Maverick reasoned, setting Kai on his hip. “And maybe we’ll even see a few stars too.”

“Oh-kay,” Kai agreed with a sigh, laying his head on Maverick’s shoulder.

“And where was your brain during all of this!?” Rooster’s wife snapped loudly.

“Yeah, let’s go look at the stars, Kai,” Maverick stated quickly, hurrying out the back door.

“Was that Mommy?” Kai asked, staring back at the house.

“No, I don’t think it was her.”

Sequel: A Day with Duckie

[sleepyconfusedpotato]

"I've not seen someone move as fluid in a set of MJOLNIR. I know it's meant to be a second skin for us, but bloody hell..." - Spartan Kyle Garrick, on fellow FT141 member Jade Le Jardin

S-IV Jade Le Jardin, currently attached to Fireteam 141, is a former ONI field intelligence officer from Section One.

She was originally considered as a candidate for the Spartan III program, having been orphaned in an attack in the outer colonies. She spent a couple of years in the system before being adopted by loving parents who were serving in the UNSC. Her family's own career inspired her decision to enlist herself upon reaching the required age, where she quickly achieved high scores throughout basic training.

Her talents and high scores caught the attention of the Office of Naval Intelligence, where she was recruited into Section One and responsible for conducting deep reconnaissance against Covenant forces.

Towards the end of the Human Covenant War and following the rise of the Created, Jade was selected to receive augmentations and training through the Spartan IV program, quickly being seconded to Spartan Fireteam One-Four-One under the command of Fireteam Leader John Price.

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This is just me indulging in some crossover brainrot with some friend's OCs. This is part of a project in which I'm creating MJOLNIR armour suites for different MW characters, and Jade's was the 'experimental' piece.

Consider this a belated Christmas present, heh...

AAAAAAAAAAH!!

LOOK AT THAT. It's so awesome!! AND THE LORE TOO! You perfectly depicted her (/≧▽≦)/(/≧▽≦)/

Man it's really high time for me to play Halo. Got a new PC recently so I can play actual games with high graphics now HAH!

Thank you so much for this Pix!! 💗💗

[crystalsandbubbletea]

Berat: I fear no man, but that... Thing.

*ONI is following their Tumblr blog*

Berat, hiding behind Sarah Palmer: It scares me-

(Note: Based on events on the @berat-adil-emre-yukime blog)

[ask-monty-christo]

He May Not, but I sure do.

A reminder to all ONI/UNSC affiliated personnel that, contrary to all available evidence, the Master Chief does not actually encourage throwing yourself off spacecraft.

[thecountofs]

Nate B111 and Commander Doe Writing/Key Art for MTIO's Covenant Occupied Space Arc

[berat-adil-emre-yukime]

Reasons why you shouldn't hate ONI:

AKA my desperate attempt to make sure that I'm not screwed-

1) Without ONI, we would be dead

2) Without ONI, we would still be at war

I'll come up with more reasons later-

[unsc-offical]

Did you know covenant ship walls are made with 37% asbestos which is why a lot of them are/were insane.

[ask-monty-christo]

You would make a good animal spirit, with all that cunning and violence. Perhaps when you die you could join me? Hahahaha.

I apologize Ma'am as per the Onboarding Process of the Office Of Naval Intelligence, When I Die My Soul is to be returned to O.N.I. as I am property of Section Zero.