Chapter 6 - Food
"Come on, Chief!" John heard the familiar voice from inside his helmet. "It isn't that hard!"
John narrowed his visor covered eyes at the... goop that was served to him by the ship's cook.
"You need the nutrition for it, Chief." Cortana urged, as if talking to a hard-headed child, "Come on! Open up!"
"I think my system can handle missing a meal or two." He growled, hating the idea of that goop in his system.
"John…" the A.I. sighed, "Just eat it! Come on!"
"No." Master Chief picked up the plate and walked towards the trash bin.
"John! No, come on! Eat it, or else…" she growled, not finishing her sentence.
"Or else what?" John paused in his purposeful stride for a moment, before he continued walking.
"Or else!" Suddenly, John felt his armor stop responding, it stood there for a few seconds, before turning towards the same table he occupied moments ago.
"Cortana…" John narrowed his eyes, not believing that this was actually happening, "Stop this, now!"
"No John, you need it." Cortana said firmly, leaving no room for arguments.
John felt his armor sit on the same place, he also felt the eyes of marines and ODST's who looked weirded out by his sudden performance. He was just thankful that they couldn't hear his and Cortana's conversation in his helmet.
Suddenly, he felt his helmet being removed; he was seriously ready to murder someone now, particularly a blue hued, 2 feet high lady.
"Eat up, John." He heard from his helmet speakers, the soldiers closer to him looked at him weirdly, before going on with what they were doing.
He growled under his breath but resigned to his fate of eating the gooey substance that was supposed to be food.
'Never again,' he thought, 'Never.'
Inwardly, Cortana chuckled at the childlike behavior of the Master Chief. Who knew that humanity's greatest hero was such a baby.