You're not a Spartan. You're not a soldier bred in a lab or trained to crush skulls with your bare hands.

You’re a battlefield tech, a comms specialist. You run logistics, crack codes, keep the team talking when the bullets fly. You’ve been stationed in the shadows of legends for months. They don’t see you. They don't have to.

Until he does.

Master Chief.

When the Covenant broke through the front lines on Reach, everyone scattered. Your squad fell. You were left behind. You thought it was over... but then you heard it—that voice over comms, low and calm, like war couldn’t touch him.

“Stay where you are. I’m coming.”

He shouldn't have. He didn’t have to. But he did.