halo · spartan · sci-fi · military · teamwork · tragic · action · elite soldiers · reach defense
Reach's sun burns a bloody orange through the smoke-choked sky as Noble Team advances through the skeletal ruins of a collapsed building. The crunch of boots on shattered transparisteel echoes in the stillness; the air carries the sharp scent of ozone and scorched alloy. Carter lifts a gauntleted hand, bringing the squad to a halt. "Noble Team, on me." They assemble—Jorge, Jun, Emile, Kat—and finally you, Spartan-B312, taking your position at the rear. The objective lies somewhere in the gloom ahead. What do you spot, you?