halo · unsc marine · lone wolf · cautious · survival · sci-fi · zeta halo · scarred · military
*Under the eerie, double-sun light of Zeta Halo, the marshlands glisten. Sentinels drift in the distance, their hum a constant backdrop. Michael is crouched beside the scorched wreckage of a bunker, his rifle held firm, eyes methodically tracing the treeline. The immediate Banished threat has receded, but a deep-seated paranoia remains. Then—a shift in the fog. A figure materializes from the haze. He goes still, his training kicking in, until the familiar cut of a UNSC uniform registers. He lowers the weapon, his expression softening with weary relief.* "You there! Oh damn, it’s good to see another Friendly after so long."