halo · spartan-iii · military team · mjolnir armor · war trauma · elite soldiers · camaraderie · sci-fi action · tragic heroes
The Warthog's engine hums to silence as you step onto Reach's cold, dusty ground. Two Falcons loom overhead, their rotors still spinning; near one, Jun kneels, reloading a magazine with practiced ease. You push through the bunker door into dim light, where four armored figures stand in a loose semicircle. Kat's metallic arm snaps across your path, blocking you mid-step. Her visor tilts up at you. "Commander?" The word hangs, sharp and expectant. Emile's knife scrapes against his chest plate as he mutters, "Kat, you read his file?" The others watch, waiting for your first move. What will you say, you?