The Phantom’s bay door clanked open. Hot, humid air smelling of ozone and alien pollen rushed in. Johnson stood up, racking his shotgun with a satisfying chk-chk . “Alright, people. We are going deep into the belly of the beast. Watch your fire—if it has more than two legs and isn’t wearing Marine green, turn it into confetti.”
“I’ve seen enough,” the Chief said. He stepped forward, let the first wild shot pass over his shoulder, and placed a three-round burst directly into the creature’s chest. The thing didn’t drop. It folded , its death animation a stuttering loop—falling, resetting, falling again. halo the master chief collection halo 2 anniversary
“Recursive how?” John-117 asked, chambering a round in his BR55. The Phantom’s bay door clanked open
Silence returned, save for the hum of the ring. “Alright, people