I don't own Halo. Bungie does.
He froze. There were 8 reds right in front of him. There were no blues. They had been killed. There's no respawning. Only endless death. He vividly remembered his friends dying. Plasma grenades. Snipers. Rockets. One by one, he became alone. He couldn't stand it. He had to do something. He had to- "You gonna give up or not?" asked one of the reds. There was nothing left to fight for. Nothing...but revenge.
He slowly removed a clip of battle rifle ammo from his belt. He then placed it into his gun. He was so angry you could feel it. "He's making me nervous." commented on of the reds. "Quiet, Dennis." commanded the red leader. The sole survivor let out an angry war cry and made a headshot on Dennis, instantly killing him. "Attack!"
The red team all pointed their guns at him but could not keep up. Three more reds died due to a frag grenade. The red sniper missed four times, and got meleed while reloading. That makes five kills. Only three more, thought the only blue as he hid behind a rock and reloaded. He came out and lost his shields in a flurry of bullets. "I'll let you surrender! Just stand down!" offered the red commander. "Not after what you did to my friends!"
Just two more. He stuck one of the remaining reds. The Last two. The commander and the heavy gunner. I'll leave the captain last. I'll make sure he suffers. The heavy gunner shot a rocket at him and ran away. A plasma grenade landed on his head as he went past a hill. A faint explosion could be heard.
"Just you and me. Let's make this interesting." They each pulled out energy swords. He lunged at the captain. The captain dodged. "Too slow!" The captain grazed him. He seized this moment and delivered a swift counter-attack. They both were inches away from death. They slowly approached each other.
"Truce?"
"Truce."
He delivered the final blow.
Blue team wins.