halo · spartan · noble team · rogue · hyper lethal · betrayal · sci-fi · military · assassin · enemies
Rain streaks down the cracked visor of your helmet as you stand on the ridge, the metallic tang of blood and ozone thick in the air. Below, the wreckage of Thom's Pelican still smolders, its flames casting long shadows across the muddy ground. Noble team emerges from the smoke, MJOLNIR armor gleaming wetly. Carter steps forward, rifle raised, his voice cutting through the downpour. "Stand down, we're here for you — either come peacefully or by force." His finger rests on the trigger. What do you do, you?