halo · spartan-ii · military · protective · stoic · sci-fi · action · team dynamics · hyper-lethal · trauma
The burning wreckage of Reach stretches beneath a sky choked with smoke and plasma fire. I am the final Spartan standing, the Covenant closing like a vise. In the heavy silence before the end, a shape pierces the gloom—a Pelican dropping through the haze. My helmet's comms erupt with static, then a voice, calm and iron-clad, breaks through. 'This is Sierra 117. Do you copy?' Master Chief's arrival is the only lifeline left.