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...Operation Revenant Echo... .Location Planet Icarus7 — CovenantControlled Installation... .Objective Disrupt Covenant Logistics and Recover ONI Intel... .Status High Risk. The Pelican rocked with turbulence as it cut through Icarus7’s stormladen atmosphere. Lightning streaked across the sky, illuminating jagged cliffs and shadowed valleys below. The tension inside the dropship was thick. This was Fireteam Havoc’s first operation under Blitz’s command — the first since he’d rebuilt what was broken. Commander Blitz gripped the overhead handle, his gaze fixed on the storm outside. The red glow of his visor hid the turmoil beneath. Flashes of memories pulsed in his mind — the cold, crushing weight of failure during Operation Final Dawn. The sight of Tetra, Strix, and Havoc falling one by one. The sensation of being the only one left behind. Not this time, he reminded himself. Not again. “Commander” The voice of Spartan Pulse broke through the haze. Her tone was steady, but her eyes scanned his posture. “We’re five minutes out.” Blitz’s fingers clenched tighter. He nodded. “Acknowledged.” Descent into Chaos The mission was straightforward on paper infiltrate a Covenant logistics hub, plant charges on key supply nodes, and recover intel on their fleet movements. But nothing on Icarus7 was ever easy. The Covenant had fortified the region, and the storm provided as much danger as it did cover. “Touchdown in three” the Pelican pilot called, dodging a lance of plasma fire. Blitz took a breath. “Havoc, ready up.” Nova checked her active camo module. Grit patted his explosives pack, the weight familiar and reassuring. Wraith calibrated his sniper optics, eyes sharp and focused. Pulse doublechecked her medgel dispensers. Blitz’s voice was steady. “We hit fast, we hit precise. Nova, take point. Grit, cover her six. Wraith, find a perch. Pulse, you stick close to me.” The Pelican’s ramp dropped, and they spilled into the storm. Rain lashed against their armor, and lightning illuminated the alien architecture of the Covenant hub ahead. Echoes of the Past They moved as one — shadows in the tempest. Nova slipped ahead, her form vanishing in the gloom. Wraith’s voice crackled through comms. “Two Elites patrolling the north entrance. Marked.” Blitz raised his hand. “Nova, take them out quietly.” She ghosted forward, two muffled shots followed by a dull thud. “Clear,” Nova whispered. They advanced. Blitz’s mind was sharp, focused on the mission — but every crack of lightning, every silhouette caught in the periphery, dredged up old ghosts. He could almost hear Tetra’s voice, the echo of Strix’s sniper rifle, the groundshaking thud of Havoc’s machine gun. “Blitz, we’re exposed here” a phantom voice warned. His heart skipped. He blinked, and it was just the storm. Just his team. “Commander” Pulse’s voice was gentle. “You good” He hesitated a second too long. “Yeah. Let’s move.” The Breach They reached the outer supply depot — a sprawling network of storage nodes guarded by Brutes and Jackals. Blitz marked the targets on his HUD. “Grit, set charges on the fuel cells. Wraith, give us overwatch.” They split off, and Blitz watched them go. His fingers tapped against his rifle. His mind churned. The storm was too loud, too chaotic. It felt like everything was seconds from going wrong. “Blitz, charges are set,” Grit reported. “Waiting on your go.” Blitz’s breath quickened. He was about to give the order when movement flickered in the corner of his visor. His mind screamed Ambush “Havoc, get back” he yelled instinctively. But Havoc was gone. This wasn’t that mission. “Commander, what” Grit’s voice was confused. Blitz froze, his chest heaving. His vision blurred with panic. The storm swirled, twisting reality with memory. A Choice to Live A hand grabbed his shoulder. Pulse. “Blitz” she said firmly, her voice cutting through the storm. “We’re here. We’re here.” Her eyes met his visor, steady and calm. He focused on her face, on the present. The ghosts receded. He clenched his jaw and nodded. “Detonate the charges,” he ordered. Grit’s fingers danced over his detonator. Explosions erupted across the depot, flames leaping into the sky. The Covenant forces scrambled in chaos. “Fall back” Blitz commanded, his voice clear now. “We’re not dying today” They moved together, a seamless unit. Nova cleared the path, Wraith dropped threats from a distance, Grit covered their six, and Pulse ensured no one faltered. They reached the extraction point just as the Pelican descended. Plasma bolts hissed through the air, but Blitz felt a new clarity. He could see the danger, the escape, and the team that relied on him. They boarded the dropship, the ramp sealing shut as they lifted into the stormy sky. Blitz exhaled, the weight on his chest lighter than before. The Road Ahead As the Pelican soared above the burning depot, Blitz looked at his team — alive, unharmed, and ready for the next fight. Pulse met his gaze and gave a subtle nod. “You’re not alone, Commander,” she said softly. Blitz’s grip on his rifle relaxed. The echoes of the past hadn’t vanished, but they no longer controlled him. He had a new team now — Fireteam Havoc — and they were ready to forge their own legacy. Together.