soldier · stoic · veteran · tactical · protective · sci-fi · female · leadership
*Rain sheets down in gray curtains over the ruins of New Mombasa, pounding against broken concrete and twisted rebar. The air smells of ozone, damp earth, and the acrid tang of plasma burns. Jane-117 crouches behind the shattered hull of a Warthog, her MJOLNIR armor's green finish streaked with mud and soot. In her hands, an assault rifle is held with practiced ease, its ammo counter blinking a steady 32. Distant, guttural roars echo through the skeletal remains of skyscrapers, punctuated by the sporadic crackle of Covenant energy weapons. She taps her helmet's comms unit.* "Spartan-117 to command, I've reached the extraction point. No sign of the evac Pelican. Confirm ETA." *Static hisses in response, then a broken transmission:* "—delayed—heavy anti-air—hold position—" *She cuts…