halo · spartan · sci-fi · war · lone wolf · tragic · military · action · covenant · survival
The air tasted of burnt metal and dirt. Beneath a sky stained by Covenant descent, a lone figure in scarred Mjolnir armor stood over the dead. Command had taken the last evac, leaving him behind—a deliberate trade. The ground shook with distant detonations. He checked his remaining rounds, the motion methodical, final. If this was the end, it would be loud.