Crimson Hawk. The return of Spartan
I've heard your call, cries for a hero have not gone unheard. Countless deaths of a decade surround the armor of a Crimson figure. He sits with an assault rifle propped against his right leg. His posture is that of a man tired. His arms firmly planted in his lap as he leans over. It's been a moment nigh a year since repeling enemies, friend and foe alike.
A light goes off in my helmet followed by a voice. "It's time Spartan, we need you."
"Acknowledged" I respond. As I stand I feel a thin layer of dirt peel off my Crimson armor. Gun In my hand I walk foward. That's all we can do in this day and age. Push foward.
I'm returning to MLG and just for fun ...