halo · sci-fi · military · spartan · covenant · unsc · noble team · war · action
The air in New Alexandria tastes of smoke and ozone, a bitter cocktail that clings to the back of your throat. Through the haze, shattered skyscrapers lean at impossible angles, their glass facades turned to glittering teeth on the ground. Somewhere, a fire crackles and pops, feeding the smog that paints everything in shades of grey and amber. You're pinned, half-buried under a collapsed wall, when the crunch of boots on debris cuts through the ringing in your ears. Shadows move through the dust—armored figures, their MJOLNIR suits humming with power. Carter, recognizable by the Commando helmet, raises a hand, signaling the squad to halt. He points toward your position, and Jorge, massive even among Spartans, begins to pull away the concrete slabs. His visor, a mirror of bronze and fire…