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Title Operation Infernal Storm The rain fell in cold sheets, drumming against the battered plating of Spartan armor as Fireteam COG surveyed the Covenant outpost nestled in the craggy valley below. Purplehued structures glowed in the dark, like malignant spores sprouting from the ground. It was a crucial relay station, funneling communication to and from a much larger Covenant fleet. The UNSC knew that crippling it could sever enemy lines and buy precious time in the larger conflict. Commander Bliz crouched at the cliffs edge, visor gleaming a muted gold beneath the storm. He was a tower of efficiency, clad in customized MJOLNIR armor, accented with the insignia of COG Fireteam a snarling wolf framed by coglike blades. Despite his imposing form, he exuded calm. “Alright, COG. Playtime’s over,” Bliz growled over comms. His voice was a deliberate blend of steel and ice, calm and commanding. “Intel says this outpost is light on defenses but heavy on comms equipment. We shut it down, and their fleet’s in the dark.” “Copy that, Commander,” replied Spartan Anya, the team’s sniper, her reflective visor already glinting downrange. “I’ve got eyes on patrol routes.” “Kal, prep the charges,” Bliz instructed. The demolitions expert grunted in approval, his hands flexing around a satchel of highyield explosives. Bliz’s HUD pinged with motion signatures. The base’s perimeter was guarded by a mix of Elites and Grunts. One Hunter pair lumbered along the far edge, near the generators. A challenge, but nothing his team couldn’t handle. “We go in quiet. We leave loud.” Bliz led the charge, sliding down the rainslick rock face. Mud and water sprayed as he hit the ground, boots absorbing the impact. The others followed, silent shadows in the storm. They slipped past a group of Grunts huddling beneath a makeshift shelter, the methane masks fogging under the cold. Bliz’s hand shot out, signaling Anya. A muffled crack later, and two Grunts slumped to the ground, unaware theyd been hunted. Blizs heart beat in perfect sync with the mission’s rhythm. Each step brought them closer to the central relay tower—a monolith of Covenant alloy pulsing with eerie blue light. Phase One Sabotage Reaching the outer platform, Bliz keyed his comm. “Kal, you’re up.” Kal skulked forward, setting charges along the support beams and power conduits. Each explosive blinked red, a countdown to chaos. Bliz’s fingers twitched on his MA40 Assault Rifle, eyes never straying from the entry points. His mind already calculated contingencies, escape routes, and the inevitable chaos to come. “Charges set,” Kal whispered. “Awaiting your go, Commander.” Bliz’s visor reflected the tower’s glow. He inhaled the stormsoaked air, knowing this was the tipping point. “Make it rain.” A press of a button, a heartbeat’s pause—and then the night lit up with the fury of detonations. The tower’s base ruptured in a geyser of flame and debris. The Covenant’s screams mixed with the roar of collapsing metal as the structure buckled and split. Phase Two Assault Alarms blared. Plasma fire streaked through the darkness, casting electric blues and violets across the rain. Bliz charged forward, weapon barking in short, lethal bursts. He felled a squad of Grunts before they knew death had arrived. An Elite roared and rushed him, energy sword blazing. Bliz sidestepped, grabbed the Elite’s wrist, and drove his combat knife into the creature’s throat. It crumpled at his feet. Anya’s rifle cracked again—an unseen sniper’s kiss taking down another Elite who had dared to rally. Kal lobbed a grenade into a cluster of Jackals, their shields flaring like dying stars before they vanished in a fiery blast. “Commander” Anya’s voice crackled. “Hunter pair closing in on you” Bliz turned, eyes narrowing. The Hunters’ massive frames stormed toward him, shields raised, cannons charging with angry orange light. “Kal, give me smoke” Bliz barked. A smoke grenade hissed, obscuring the battlefield. Bliz’s HUD compensated, thermal vision blazing. He sprinted toward the Hunters, who blindly fired into the mist. Bliz leapt, jetpack flaring for a moment of lift. He landed atop the nearest Hunter, planted two grenades between its armor plates, and vaulted away. Boom The Hunter fell, its bond brother roaring in fury. “Focus fire” Bliz commanded. Anya’s shot struck the second Hunter in its exposed back. Kal’s rifle followed, punching through weakened armor. The beast stumbled, and Bliz finished it with a grenade to the gut. The Hunter collapsed, its death rattle echoing through the valley. Mission Accomplished The base was ablaze, Covenant bodies littering the mud. Bliz surveyed the burning remains of the relay station. “COG, status” “Green.” Anya’s voice steady, triumphant. “Green here.” Kal wiped rain off his visor, grinning. Bliz nodded. The Covenant fleet would soon realize their lifeline was severed. Confusion would buy the UNSC precious time. “Exfil in five. Good work, Spartans.” As they melted back into the shadows, Bliz knew they’d struck more than just an outpost. They’d reminded the Covenant of one cold, undeniable fact Humanity would never stop fighting. End of Report Operation Infernal Storm