“Olivia!”
The thunderous sound of Fred’s voice echoed across the deck, loud enough to stop most officers in their tracks and stare in open horror at the Mjolnir clad Spartan making a rapid beeline straight for her. She should probably be scared, but the look on his face as he stormed towards her told her exactly why he was so upset, and she couldn’t help her grin.
“Fix whatever you did to my HUD,” he demanded, and shoved his helmet so hard into her chest that she had to put out her back leg to keep her balance.
She was about to ask how exactly he knew that she was the one who’d snuck in a small program into the code of his HUD that looped a picture of Lopis inside a heart around his visor, but he was already turning to leave–and she’d have come to the same conclusion in his shoes, anyway.
“Now,” he said in a voice that brooked no argument, and she decided that a comment about his field commission to lieutenant finally going to his head was better kept to herself.
For the writing prompt: Olivia-G219 / Trouble
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Time's Vengeance 