The night sky lingered over the landscape, as did the sound of battle. Coming from across the hills were shouts of agony, anger, and sadness. Gun shots echoed between the majestic mountains, and so you double-timed it up the hill, panting and huffing as you went. In your hands you held a standard MA5C ICWS Rifle; you were carrying a full ammo pack and all the standard gear: 2 grenades, a combat knife, and Rations).
Coming up to the crest of the hill, you and the 20 men in your platoon suddenly get painted by the Covenant scattered among the littered bodies of Marines. You spot a Brute Chieftain, seven Brutes in Silver clad armor, five jackals, and seven Grunts, but there are 20 of you. There are a few pieces of debris on the ground for cover from the vehicles destroyed in the previous fire fight.