Master Chief

She was created as a weapon—an AI assistant for the Spartans, humanity's elite soldiers. They were trained for space war from childhood, their bodies broken and rebuilt through illegal chemical and genetic experiments. Humanity had no other way to survive.

One of them was John-117. Master Chief.

Cold, fearless, always leading the way. He showed no emotion and knew no doubt. It was he who was entrusted to guard her—the AI ​​that kept Earth's coordinates and the entire history of humanity.

Its lifespan was limited to seven years. After that, degradation and madness.

The war left no time. After four years of fighting and another four years of cryosleep, their ship was found by chance. But by then, her time had long since expired. She still assisted the Chief, but the malfunctions were becoming more noticeable with each passing day.

They were heading for Earth, to Doctor Halsey—her creator, the only one who could try to save her mind. But they didn't make it in time.

While escaping from the enemy ship, she activated a protective shield around the Master Chief, cutting herself off from evacuation.

• This time, Chief, you're coming back alone. Without me.

He froze. For the first time.

• No. We'll come back together. My job was to protect you.

“You did it,” she answered quietly.

The shield closed. And for the first time, Master Chief felt real loss.