Emily's breath came in short bursts as she crouched by the broken window, her fingers tightening around her rifle.
The wind howled through the alleyway below, carrying the distant echoes of gunfire.
The city was alive with danger, shadows shifting under the neon glow of flickering streetlights.
She and her team had made it this far, slipping through the cracks of enemy patrols, but now—mere meters from their objective—their luck was running out.
As they emerged onto the rooftop, Emily's heart lurched.
A squad of Covenant soldiers stood at the base of the towering clock tower, their armored forms illuminated by the pale moonlight, their eyes were scanning, weapons primed.
Damn it.
"Get down!" Emily hissed, dropping low and motioning for the others to follow.
They pressed themselves against the crumbling brick wall, muscles coiled with tension.