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[deathchamber6172]

Short Story: Smoke

So, this is a Halo one instead of horror or Destiny. I'm a bit nervous cause I don't know if I got the characters right. Please enjoy!

Halo belongs to 343 Industries.

My spartan oc (Avery, aka Noble Six) belongs to me.

Repost with credit.

Warnings: spoilers for Reach

25. Smoke

Diving behind a rock, the spartan tossed her empty mag away and reloaded. She peered around, only to jerk back as plasma beams came at her. Growling, she tugged a grenade off her belt and chucked it over her. It exploded, sending some grunts flying. She jumped over and shot at the elites. The shields are gone from the grenade. They fell to the ground in a howl of pain, and she rushed past the bodies.

The spartan dived into one of the abandoned outposts as a Plasma Carrier shot down. Feeling the heat sear against her back. She shook as she leaned on her hands, blood dripping down her lips; she gagged and spat on the floor. Dirt being stained with red. The clear air with the stench of blood was soon covered in dust, the Plasma Carrier landing, and smoke covered around the building.

A metal tag fell out of her chest-plate. She leaned her weight to her knees and other arm, scooping it up. Her thumb brushed away the dirt and blood. 052. The spartan sagged down, teeth poking from her bottom lip. “What am I supposed to do when all of you are dead?!” She punched the floor. “...I can’t… you said I didn’t have to be alone anymore.” Tears soaked the floor and tag. “I want to go home.” The spartan covered her face as smoke filled the building- the enemies outside were trying to fish her out- she sat up, squeezing her eyes shut.

She gave the tag one last squeeze before tucking it back with hers. They were dead, there was nothing she could do. All she could do was fight, and she was going to fight- fight with her life. That was all she could do. The spartan stumbled up, wiping her face. She quickly inhaled and picked up her DMR, pointing it at the door.

It flew open.

“What do you mean no one survived?” Jun bristled at their dark eyes, they refused to meet his eyes and handed him a file. “Carter, Emile, Six- they’re all… dead?”

“Yes, I’m sorry for your loss.” The worker squeezed her hands together. “We were able to get the last bit of their information before they went MIA.”

“The files have it.” They quickly disappeared, leaving him with the files.

Jun shook his head, and went to an empty area to sit. He looked up at the sky, laying his hand on the folder. His mind was a mess, one side screamed there was no way they could die, and the other knew it was true. They never returned. He never got Carter’s order to report back- to come back to them.