(A/N: All right, this is my first foray into Halo 3 fanfictions.)
Silence.
Then, light.
Bright light. It's filling my eyes.
I struggle to remember. Where am I?
I can't remember. It's fading.
I won't fade.
I can't.
Fight for it.
Keep breathing, slowly.
Focus on feeling the ground under me.
If it slips away I don't think I'll be coming back. Darkness at the edge of my vision.
Something is blaring in my ear… no, something should be blaring…
Something is missing. What is it? I can't remember.
My helmet. Where is it?
Open your eyes.
Get up. Now. Enough lounging.
Tendons pop and my muscles scream as I move.
Roll over. Hands and knees. There it is. There. Crawl towards it. Pick it up. Look inside.
What was it she'd said? You will be the best we can make you.
I am the best they could make me.
And I won't fail them.
Put it on, hear the suit hiss slightly.
Shield meter is winking. Three broken ribs and a torn achilles tendon.
This is nothing. I've had worse. Time to move. Get up. Get up. Now. NOW.
Shield bar is recharging.
My head hurts.
Wobble slightly. Leg muscles are flaring.
Pain shoots up my back. This is not where it ends.
Mongoose is laying nearby. Slagged. What had hit me? Can't remember.
Something is nagging at me. Strange feeling. Strange…
What is it? Something is wrong. What is wrong?
What's that whistling?
On my feet now.
The sound of something sailing towards me.
Bubbleshield at my feet- My hand is on it now. Look up.
Wraith mortar. I slam the bubbleshield into the ground. Just in time.
Grab my shotgun. Grab my assault rifle. Run. Wraith is about to fire again.
Someone is screaming into my comlink. Head is throbbing. Turn it off.
"Chief! Are you okay!" Johnson. Still alive. Unsurprising.
"For now." Force the words out. Enemies ahead. Eight?
No. Ten. Ten to one. Plus Wraith. Unfair odds.
They'd need at least 15 more.