#ODST OC

[churchyaoi]

what are they looking at

[alonygamingnerd]

SGT Marlon Trevino

Some ODST for today cause they don't get enough love

[s4nnyside]

say hello to sonia

[bibyvariable]

iréne-b279 & west (halo ocs!)

they kinda love each other maybe.. it's hard to tell with all the spartan vs odst bs getting in the way 💔

(west doesn't really hate iréne as a person its more like just spartans as a whole.. iréne is fed up with the onesided beef so now it's reciprocated)

[riflemansfrequency]

spodst I made him as a joke but I don’t think it’s a joke anymore

[tacticattails]

It will all be over soon

[nebula1734]

After over a month, my ODST helmet is finally finished! The visor is tinted so I can see out but others can’t see in. Super happy with how it turned out, so hyped to get to work on the rest of it (once I get the money to pay my friend for the material in his big-ass printer)

[therainjumper]

If they want war, we’ll give them war!

[divine-draws]

posted this on the wrong blog lol. anyway finished another commission!!

[briarfox13]

My dear Hestia-113 and her happy boy, Thomas 💚

Painted by my amazing friend @commander-sarahs-art 💚 Thank you so much, I love them dearly! You're amazing and awesome 😍🥺

[empresskadia]

She’s done!! My precious lone wolf going after insurrectionists pre-Spartan era. After the loss of her unit, ODST Muse is assigned on solo missions until they pull her for the Spartan-IVs in 2548 as a volunteer.

[churchyaoi]

finished my halo oc yaoi

[alonygamingnerd]

"Fireteam Falcon"

CPL Tyler Gossett

ODST Fireteam part of the 83rd Shock Trooper Division, Alpha Company, 10th Platoon.

Members

Name: Tyler Gossett

Gender: male

Nationality: Australian descent

Service number: 96001-38260

Date of birth: September 8th, 2511

Place of Birth: Draco lll

An occasional by the books leader that has a tendency to usually ring it when things get messy, cares deeply about his team, making sure that everybody makes it back.

LCPL Jacob Ellison

Name: Jacob Ellison

Gender: male

Nationality: French decent

Service number: 97021-80006

Date of birth: February 11th, 2514

Place of Birth: Harvest

A disturbed sense of humor that even his teammates sometimes feel unsafe around him. He enjoys being mounted up in areas on high ground overlooking the entire battle.

LCPL Foster Ornelas

Name: Foster Ornelas

Gender: male

Nationality: Poland descent

Service number: 96290-70069

Date of birth: December 6th 2519

Place of Birth: Earth

very nerdy and technically gifted but incredibly socially awkward struggling to talk to hold a conversation

LCPL Brian Judge

Name: Brian Judge

Gender: male

Nationality: Cuban Descent

Service number:95035-82258

Date of birth:July 24th, 2517

Place of Birth: Eirene

loud and bombastic personality, enjoys the adrenaline and chaos of front line combat, he feels most at home when in it. Always rushing into combat.

PFC Aidan Cardoza

Name: Aidan Cardoza

Gender: male

Nationality: Colombian Descent

Service number: 99862-60551

Date of birth: January 10th, 2518

Place of Birth: Kroedis II

loud, smart witted, and an aggressive attitude. Loves explosions, blowing stuff up, and destroying stuff.

[s4nnyside]

(wip) if theres one thing i have learned so far i have come to respect halo cosplayers and artists even more than before bc how on gods green earth do yall draw these helmets ,,,,

[crystalsandbubbletea]

Kat, talking about Jasmine: So, is she your friend or...

Berat: She's like Jun, but if Jun was ordered to be around you.

Kat: Oh, so Six.

Berat: Precisely!

[bearbait-adventures]

Acceptable Losses- Part 1

13/31 Prompts

 8- Isolation Chamber 17- Shipwrecked 13- Team as Family 22- “Oh that’s not good” 24- Equipment Failure 28- Exposure 30- Holding Back Tears 9- Broken window 1- Panic attack 3- Fingerprints X- Alt Venom 27- Voiceless 18- Revenge

Tw- Character Death by burning drop pod (Not overly detailed)

86’s leg bounces nervously as the ODST anthem plays over the drop pod speaker. He’s strapped in, the pod may as well be an isolation chamber but for the speaker's song. It’s meant to get their blood going, get that adrenaline pumping, also get them grounded, get their mind on the mission and why they're here.

They’re waiting to be dropped deep into enemy territory. Their mission; to make sure the covies can’t get their ship off the ground before reinforcements arrive. The covenant ship had taken heavy damage earlier and headed planet side. Their captain wasn’t about to let the ship get away. The captain had a Spartan on board, and everyone in the UNSC knew what to do with a Spartan. You throw them at the problem and see what happens.

It didn’t matter that Spartan IIIs weren’t as well equipped as their Spartan II counterparts. A Spartan was expected to excel no matter the cost. It’s what they were built for.

86 braced himself as the pod moved, just before the bottom fell out of his stomach, when the drop pod shot towards the planet. His pod was followed by three others. His ODST the same ones he’s been with since basic. 86’s head turns towards the communication console, expecting to hear Joker or Monster chattering away. Back and forth quips as they normally do. Instead Gunny’s light was lit up flashing red. Oh, that’s not good, 86 panics as he taps the screen. A strange sound could be heard over the radio, a mix between white noise and a whine. Then a rumble followed by one of the most terrifying screams imaginable. 86’s blood went cold. Gunny’s drop pod was failing. There was nothing any of them could do, but listen to his screams as he burnt up in atmosphere.

86 is barely holding back tears as he clutches his harness for dear life, searching for something, anything that would help keep him grounded. The fingers of his suit clicked and cracked with how hard he was squeezing his fists. The impact warning lights flashed seconds before the pods made landfall. All downward motion coming to an abrupt and jarring stop. He could feel as each crumple zone gave way, each one taking a little of the impact away before the hatch blew off taking with it even more force.

This planet had a depressed purple and gray atmosphere. The planet was solid and rocky as he stepped out of his pod. Quickly moving the regroup with the others. Joker and Monster were fine albeit shaken by the loss of Gunny. The smoldering pod lay not too far from theirs. There would be no funeral for Gunny except the one they had right here. He died like a true ODST feet first straight into hell. No time to mourn as they had a job to do.

At least that would’ve been the case if they had sent any other Spartan. If it hadn’t been 86 they may have gotten straight down to business. But 86 wasn’t a proper Spartan. 86 wore his heart on his sleeve, a failure in that sense and there was no one presently here to keep it in check.

Upon seeing the smokey drop pod 86 was on it, the heat radiating for the pod was intense. He grabbed ahold of the pod his left hand slipping off as his switched to his right hand slamming the mechanical fist against the window of the unopened hatch, repeatedly until it breaks giving him enough of a hand hold to rip the hatch from the pod. The pod lurched to the side as the center of balance shifted.

The inside of the pod didn’t fare much better than the outside. Burnt and black nothing left but crumbling metal and ash and what was left of Gunny.

86’s chest and stomach clenched, he wasn’t sure what he had expected. A miracle perhaps? He stumbled back, an attempt to get his head back in the game. He’s reeling as he repositions his hand. A faint clicking sound catches his attention as his hand caught something along the charred door. His fingers close around the object a crunchy, sandy feeling. He opens his hand to look at what lingered there. A set of dog tags, dangles from his fingers… Gunny’s dog tags. They’re burnt and brittle, 86 carefully brushes them over with his thumb, smearing the soot with his fingerprint, before he backs the rest of the way from the pod.

He’s caught before he can stumble too far. Monster and Joker are right there. Hands on him as he takes labored panicked breaths. His SPI armor throwing the elevated readings no doubt straight to their HUDs.

“Hee-h-he’s gone… Gunny’s…gone” 86 manages to choke the words forcing the venomous words from his throat, before the grief forces it closed on him. Monster pushes against his shoulder nudging the Spartan into motion.

“Come on, we got a job to do.” Monster comments in his gruff tone. 86 stands up straighter as Joker pats his lower back. The shorter soldier weighed down with gear and couldn't comfortably reach much higher.

“Let’s go kill some split lips… He’d like that.” Joker adds as he pushes the Spartan on.86 nods as he pockets the dog tags in the soft pouch on his leg. The two ODST did a good job of redirecting the distress. Now the Spartan was out for revenge.