Hey, thescript here, this is my first post (woohoo!), and so this is just a taste to see if people will bite. Further chapters will be longer, more story (or action... or both!), and generally more content.
The guns kept firing, drowning out the desperate cries for assistance from Marcus Fenix, the Delta Squad leader, to the command. The situation was dire, and Fenix was running low on ammunition. As the Locust gained ground, a momentary lull covered the battle field, and the only audible sounds were the clicks of the Gears reloading and the footfalls of the approaching enemy.
The enraged leader made brief eye contact with his closest friend at the time. Dominic Santiago didn't recognize the look Fenix was giving, though he felt the pain in his eyes. Almost futile, seemingly... No, it was worse. It was the look of let-down. Marcus quickly changed the expression as quickly as it had crept onto his face. The anger was evident as he gripped his Lancer tighter, preparing for the advancing enemies. Dom looked at his sergeant and gave a curt nod, followed by the other present squad member, Damon Baird.
From the distance, Fenix heard two things. The first, the familiar gentle drumming of the spinning King Raven rotor. The sound put a hint of relief in his face. Anya failed to let him down, like every time before. The other sound was the distant sound of Lancer fire, accompanied by deep whoops of excitement and victory.
"Hey yeah! You hear that, Marcus?" Baird was clearly excited at the increasingly familiar sound.
Marcus sighed, and didn't try to hide his continued relief. "Yeah Baird, I sure do. The 'Cole Train' has arrived at the station," the leader said, allowing him to go with the moniker of the fourth and final member of Delta Squad that one time.
"Yeah, woo! Bring it on, you motherfucking freak!" Augustus Cole's words were muffled and scattered between the spastic firing of his weapon.
Marcus raised his radio, trying to get Cole's attention. "Okay, Gus, enough showboating! It's dangerous enough. Get your ass to the South bunker. There are a couple KR's on their way for support, followed by immediate evac."
"Come on, Marcus," Cole pleaded," you can't deny me a little fun!"
"Marcus, you can't let him stay there," came Anya's voice over the radio. "The Ravens are loaded with turrets, ready to clear the streets. I assure you, the gunmen do not discriminate between Locust and COG."
"You heard that, Cole? That is a negative. You must get here now! And Anya, instruct them to cease fire over the south church backing on the river."
"Sorry to ruin the moment, Fenix, but the Locust are coming over the hill. If only the communists were as effective as these guys..." Baird's unmistakable sarcasm shined through and broke the spell, getting the sergeants head back to the battle.
Fenix checked his gun one last time, and saw Cole running from the left to join them behind cover in front of the church, which served as Delta Squad's temporary headquarters on their current mission. Rain began falling from the grim sky, causing what seemed like tears on the fallen statues of past saints. He looked to the clouds, letting raindrops fall from his bandana, and down, tracing the scar on his face. With a look of stone determination that could match the sorrow of the statues and the bleakness of the sky, he looked at the faces of his three companions. As he saw the readiness they all showed, Marcus noted there were only three words in all of their minds. His lips moved in preparation for his only motivational speech.
"Let's do this."