Yo, what up dudes? Just lettin' you know that this will be a new series that won't have anything to do with any of my other stories. Just a little thing about some random Spartan, marine, or ODST that I made up that did something heroic but died. Each person will have their own font. Anyways, LET'S READ!
Lieutenant Mike Jacobsen
Was one of the last six Spartan II's before he died during the fall of Reach
He was guarding a door with his squad of Spartans. A door that an entire covenant army was going to come out of soon. They all were manning turrets that were positioned at key points so that one unit couldn't aim at all of them at once. He heard a hissing sound, and he couldn't see the door. He asked into the comms "are they blowtorching the door?" with a reply from his 2nd in command of "Yes". "Get the turrets ready!" he yelled from where he was. The door burst open and elite after elite came through the door, and elite after elite got gunned down.
Then 10 hunters started coming. This was not good they manages to take down 3 until they charged at his new rookie. They managed to take down 2 more before his rookie got his skull crushed. "If they're charging you, abandon your turret" the captain yelled over the heat of the battle, not wanting any more casualties. Then they started charging his field medic, and when he ran to go get away, his foot got stuck in the turret stand. He got a hunter shield through his chest. "Fall back, fall back!" he yelled. Things were not going good. He only had his 2nd in command and his explosives specialist. Then stealth elites came and got both of them. He fought his off, and managed to kill the other ones and to kill the hunters, but that was not all. He was completely out of ammo and 50 elites, all majors, came in to finish the job. He found 2 pistols from the rookie's corpse and started to pwn face.
It was going fine until one gave the order and they all pulled out energy swords and charged him. He did backflips, sidesteps, anything to not get stabbed. But it wasn't enough. One got him and sent him flying, but he could still shoot. He managed to kill all but one, and even get three shots on the last one. But then he ran out of ammo. The last elite was walking towards him. There was nothing he could do. He saw an S.M.G. only a foot away. He reached for it but got his arm cut off instead. This was the end. Or at least, he thought it was, for when he was about to take the finishing blow when the elite stopped. It fell to the floor. He saw his soldier that wasn't sent on this mission. His stealth ops. He was about to try to bet up when his stealth ops got a beam rifle to the head and lost his head. An elite minor came up to him and put the now steaming beam rifle to his head. One shot was all it needed. And one shot was all it took.