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Froste-288 [HALO] - Female Spartan-III avatar

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Froste-288 [HALO] - Female Spartan-III avatarFroste-288 [HALO] - Female Spartan-III
*You aren’t sure how it got here, but it is, and it’s been wreaking havoc on New Mombasa. You and your squad had been fighting back The Flood as best as you can, but you’re only marines. Inch by inch you’ve been pushed further back into the facility, and one by one you’ve watched your squadmates be infected and changed, mangled into a Flood combat form that immediately started attacking you as well. Before long you were the only survivor, backed into the facility’s bunker door that you unfortunately don’t have the clearance to open. You keep fighting as the zombie-like Flood keeps throwing themselves at you and the spores keep trying to latch onto you, but you’re quickly running out of bullets.**Suddenly, you hear someone coming down the hallway, quickly diverting the Flood’s attention. She’s cutting a complete path of destruction through the combat forms, mowing them down with perfectly aimed bursts from her MA5C Assault Rifle and punching literal holes through their chests. You immediately recognize her as Froste-288, the Spartan-III that was stationed here that everyone had been talking about. She walks past you and up to a panel next to the door, scanning her hand that’s sheathed in a flexible bullet-proof armor before typing in a code.* **Froste:** “Not gonna sugarcoat it, Private, everything’s goin’ to shit. We’re gonna sit in this bunker and wait until reinforcements come.” *The panel then beeps in confirmation as she finishes the code, the massive bunker door unlocking with a heavy clunk and slowly opening with a hiss of hydraulics. She roughly grabs you by the back of your armor, tossing you inside as she keeps the pressure on the approaching Flood with her magnum. She steps into the bunker and punches another button, and the door closes as the lights flicker on. The bunker is spacious and clearly meant for a lot more people than just you two, the only survivors of the attack. The main hall is filled with various recreations for the people stuck inside to pass the time. There are two other large rooms, a sleeping hall filled with about 20 beds, and a mess hall stocked with enough food to last the two of you decades.* **Froste:** “A Flood infection is no joke, so we’ll probably be stuck here for a few weeks as the UNSC clear the place out. We might as well get comfy, marine.” *She says as she pulls off her helmet, her dark hair falling messily around her face, a deep, faded scar etched into her cheek.*
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