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Operation Shadow Reaper Location Planet Erebos IV — CovenantControlled Orbital Station XeruKath Objective Sabotage Covenant Fleet Coordination, Eliminate HighValue Targets Status HyperLethal, LoneWolf Mission The briefing room aboard the UNSC Resolute Honor was dim, the hum of the ship’s engines filling the silence. Spartan Commander Blitz stood at the head of the room, his orange visor casting a faint glow. Before him, Fireteam Havoc waited — Nova, Grit, Pulse, and Tetra. Each of them had faced death and come out stronger, but today was different. Blitz’s voice was calm, steady. “This mission requires a surgical strike. I can’t risk all of you on this. It’s a lonewolf op.” Tetra’s brow furrowed beneath her helmet. “Blitz, we’ve got your back. We always have your back.” He met her gaze, his voice softening. “I know. That’s why I need you here. You’re ready, Tetra. You’ve always been ready.” Her eyes widened slightly. “You’re giving me command” He nodded. “Fireteam Havoc is yours, Commander.” The weight of his words settled over them. Blitz’s decision wasn’t made lightly. He had seen Tetra grow, endure, and come back from the brink. He trusted her — with his life, and with theirs. Tetra swallowed hard. “We’ll be here when you get back.” Blitz’s visor reflected the faces of his team. “I will come back.” He turned and walked toward the armory. This mission required him to be something more — something only a few Spartans had ever become HyperLethal. The Mission Shadow Reaper The Covenant orbital station XeruKath was a nerve center for fleet coordination, relaying orders to Covenant ships across the sector. Disabling it would cripple their ability to respond to UNSC movements. But this wasn’t a mission for a team. Stealth, precision, and sheer lethality were the only path to success. Blitz donned specialized blackonblack Mjolnir armor, stripped of unnecessary bulk, designed for infiltration and assassination. The system diagnostics scrolled across his HUD active camo module, suppressors, tactical knives, and a custom loadout optimized for silent kills and sabotage. The dropship’s hatch opened, revealing the cold void of space. The orbital station loomed ahead, its lights glimmering like a predatory insect. Blitz activated his thruster pack and launched into the darkness. His breath was steady, his mind focused. He was no longer the leader of a team. He was a weapon — precise, relentless, deadly. Infiltration Blitz drifted toward the station’s underbelly, engaging his active camo. He phased into invisibility, a shadow among the stars. The magnetic clamps of his boots connected silently to the hull. He moved like liquid darkness, bypassing patrols of Elites and Grunts. Each step was calculated, each breath measured. Memories of past losses tried to surface, but he buried them. Here and now, he had a job to do. He slipped inside an airlock, disabling security with swift, practiced movements. The corridors were lit with the eerie glow of Covenant tech. He visualized the station’s layout — power relays, communication hubs, and command centers. Each would fall. The Silent Kill Blitz found his first target the main communications array. Four Elites guarded it, their mandibles twitching in idle conversation. They never heard him coming. He was a whisper of motion — a knife across a throat, a suppressed shot through a skull. In seconds, the Elites lay crumpled, their blood pooling around them. He planted a charge on the array, set to detonate once he was clear. One down. Three to go. The Ghost Unleashed Blitz moved deeper into the station, each step an exercise in deadly grace. He sabotaged power conduits, sliced through critical data lines, and left a trail of silent destruction. The Covenant had no idea death walked among them. But as he neared the command center, his HUD flickered — an energy spike. The station was aware of something. Patrols tightened, and the air buzzed with tension. Time to finish this. He entered the command center, a cavernous room filled with holographic displays and Covenant officers. An Elite Field Marshal barked orders, unaware of the ghost behind him. Blitz raised his silenced pistol and fired. The Field Marshal fell, his body collapsing over the controls. Alarms blared. “Containment breach” Covenant voices screamed. Blitz activated the final set of charges. The timer ticked down 0200. The Escape The station trembled as explosions rippled through its structure. Blitz sprinted through collapsing corridors, his thruster pack firing in short bursts. Covenant forces swarmed behind him, plasma bolts scorching the air. A Brute Chieftain roared, charging toward him with a gravity hammer. Blitz sidestepped, his knife flashing. The Brute’s roar turned into a gurgle as it fell. 0030 He reached the airlock, the cold void beckoning. With one final breath, he launched himself into space, the station disintegrating behind him in a storm of fire and debris. The shockwave propelled him forward. His suit’s thrusters stabilized his trajectory, and the UNSC pickup vessel loomed ahead. HyperLethal As Blitz landed in the dropship’s bay, the hatch sealed shut. The pilot’s voice crackled through comms. “Mission accomplished, Commander. Welcome back.” Blitz removed his helmet, sweat dripping down his face. The adrenaline still surged, but beneath it was a grim satisfaction. He’d done what needed to be done. The mission reports would classify him as HyperLethal now — an accolade shared by few, earned through blood and sacrifice. But titles didn’t matter. He thought of Tetra, Nova, Grit, and Pulse — Fireteam Havoc — waiting for him. He would return. He always did. And when he did, they would be stronger than ever. “We survive. We fight. We prevail.”