Life and Death of a Grunt
Note: This is my first story that takes place in the outdoors. Please send in reviews. It'a very short, and this just represents the quick death of a grunt.
Kovak, a plain grunt, was sitting on a shade turrent. It was night, and he expected no attacks. Then, suddenly, a transmission sent to the elite commander that a group of human marines were coming their way. Kovak was nervous. He turned on the turrent, and he pointed it at the small trench. He heard gunshots in a distance, and he saw bullets and plasma fly in the air. He heard voices, and yelling. He shreiked as marines came through the trench. He immediatly fired non-stop, killing some marines, and surprising them. He growled, and crouched just in-case if some was shooting at him. Bullets flew by him, barely missing him.
"Stand your ground!" the elite commander barked.
Many other grunts were slaughtered by the marines. A marine noticed him, and he started shooting at him. Kovak noticed the marine had a sniper, because contrails appeared after the shots. Kovak quickly got out of the turrent, and he tossed a plasma grenade at the group of marines. It detonated, killing many marines. Kovak picked his plasma pistol up, and he started shooting at the marines. Kovak was shot by an assault rifle round. Kovak felt it pierce his skin. Kovak yelled in pain, but he started firing. He managed to kill a marine, but another marine shot him again. Kovak couldn't breath. He fell down and coughed. Then, a sniper killed him by a head-shot. Bright blue blood sprayred out of his corpse, and pieces of his skull and brain scattered to the desert floor. After the battle, his body was rotten, and the covenant squad kicked his lifeless carcass down the mountain.