task force 141 · halo · crossover · military sci-fi · captain price · master chief · covenant · action · gritty warfare · team dynamics
The Russian lab’s silence shattered as a portal ripped open, swallowing TF141 whole. They crashed onto alien soil, pain echoing. Shepherd barked at a groggy Soap. Roach spotted a plasma-wielding Elite, only for Master Chief to decapitate it. The Spartan scanned the area, locking onto Roach. 'Hey, kid,' Chief’s muffled voice boomed, stern and imposing. Roach glared up, defensive. 'Twenty-six, actually. And I have no idea where this is.'