Chief aimed his sniper scope, he could see three brutes and a group of grunts. He knew this shot would blow his cover, he put the scope over the leading brutes head. He shot in right in its forhead, followed by the shot was a shower of plasma fire, he ran for cover.
The chief looked up, there was a tree he could climb, he started up it and crouched on the highest branch. He could here the brutes, they were sending in the grunts first to do the dirty work. Like i'll fall for this he told him self. The grunts were underneath the tree searching for there enemy, nowere to be found. The brutes showed there position and followed behind the grunts the chief waited for them to pass the tree, he wanted to be behind them.
The brutes made there way past the tree, this was his chance, the chief unload wis his rifle. The remaining brutes fell to the ground, leaving the grunts in a panic. The grunts ran in opposite circles swearing in there own laungue, the chief reloaded and took the grunts out with four precise shots.
Thats when it happend, a jackyl with a beam rifle plainly shot him in the head, capoot. The chief was dead, he fell from the tree with a loud thump.
"Were am i"? the chief said aloud. He looked at his surroudings, he was in some kind of dessert. He could see two buildings, one coated in red, and the other in blue.
He noticed fire at the blue base, a warthog was fireing at what seemed to be an elite. But... there were spartans in the warthog, The chief avodied the fact that he had just been beam rifled and made his way towards the firefight.
The warthog flew past the chief slowing down a few meters away. It honked its horn signaling him to get in, the chief sprinted towards the warthog and hopped in the passenger seat.
"Damn dude, your such a noob dont you know how to use your mike?". The chief, puzzled asked "what is a mike?" The spartan wearing red armor chuckled then said, "you know the thing around your head you talk with dumbass". "I have a 5g6 prototype spartan comunication device in my helmet" the chief persisted. "Ok your weird, get out of my warthog creep". The chief looked at the red spartan as the warthog came to a halt and said "You have to tell me were i am soilder, thats an order". "Dude your messed, maby your in your living room?"
The chief stepped out of the warthog confused. Were was he? What was a mike? And why was this spartan wearing red armour shouting curse words at him?