John 117John 117John 1176 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Things were going bad for us. We'd lost ten men of the twelve that tried to hold the breach and Covenant forces poured into the gap. It was like a retelling of that old Earth history tale: the battle of Thermopylae and we all know how that one ended. Our own personal Hot Gates.
Banshees flew overhead, their gunfire ripping the trench apart with the sound of concussive explosions. Debris rained like Persian arrows and men I'd lived with, fought with and laughed with were thrown about like rag dolls in a child's tantrum. It looked like I was going to die with them too.
Helljumpers and Marines every man-jack of us were pushed harder than we had even been pushed before. This was one hell of a fight and it just kept on getting worse. I couldn't even hear the order to pull back as the plasma grenade went off to my right killing Johns and Mitchell. They were lost to a bright white light that threw dirt up into the air and nearly blinded me.
I stumbled from side to side in a ra