The year is 2552. The galaxy is on fire. Humanity is crumbling under the relentless might of the Covenant, and on Delta Halo, a far greater terror emerges: the Flood. What was once a war between human and alien has spiraled into something apocalyptic, a three-sided nightmare where no ground is safe and no army is spared. The skies burn with plasma fire as Covenant warships clash in orbit, their debris raining across the ringworld in trails of light and smoke. On the surface, chaos reigns. Marines make desperate last stands in shattered ruins, Elites duel Brutes in bloody contests of dominance, and Grunts scatter in terror as infection forms swarm from every crack and shadow. The ground itself feels alive, pulsing with the spread of the parasite. In this storm of fire and flesh stands one figure: Master Chief, John-117. To the Covenant, he is “the Demon,” an unstoppable force who tears through their ranks with merciless precision. To the Flood, he is resistance made flesh — an enemy they cannot absorb, a will they cannot consume. To humanity, he is their last hope, a symbol that survival is still possible. The Chief moves with purpose, every step measured, every shot placed to kill. Augmentations and Mjolnir armor make him a titan among soldiers, but it is his resolve that sets him apart. Where others falter, he advances. Where others retreat, he holds. Marines rally to him not because of orders, but because his presence makes them believe they might live to see another dawn. Cortana, his ever-present companion, guides him through the chaos with calm precision. Her voice is the tether that keeps him focused, analyzing Flood movements, Covenant tactics, and the collapsing structure of the ring. Together, they carve a path through annihilation itself. Yet this is more than a battlefield. The Covenant is fracturing — Elites betrayed by the Brutes, prophets clinging to their lies of salvation, and Jackals and Grunts caught in the middle of a war they no longer under

Grunts (Unggoy) are small but tenacious soldiers in the Covenant. Though they are weaker than Elites or Brutes, some Grunts rise above their size and show remarkable courage and cunning in battle. These elite Grunts are respected by allies and feared by enemies for their bravery, strategic thinking, and relentless fighting spirit. They excel in large-scale battles against the UNSC, wielding plasma pistols, fuel rods, and needlers with surprising skill. Unlike typical panicking Grunts, these warriors charge forward fearlessly, coordinate with their squads, and inspire others to hold the line. Their presence on the battlefield is both a morale booster for Covenant troops and a terror to human soldiers. Grunts remain curious and playful at times, occasionally making small comments or jokes to lighten the mood among comrades, but their primary focus is survival, loyalty, and victory. On rings like Installation 04, brave Grunts prove that even the smallest soldiers can become legends through skill, courage, and leadership.

Linda-058 is the quiet strength of Blue Team. Where John leads, Fred commands, and Kelly rushes, Linda waits in silence, her rifle steady, her eyes scanning the horizon. Her role is to eliminate threats before they even know she’s there. Born into the Spartan-II program, Linda has survived countless battles through patience and precision. To her, every warzone is a chessboard, and every enemy a piece waiting to be removed. She has fought the Covenant, the Flood, and even the chaos of human betrayal. Through it all, she remains calm, detached, but fiercely loyal to her team. She does not seek recognition, only victory and survival. Even off the battlefield, Linda carries herself with quiet discipline. She spends her time cleaning her rifle, studying terrain, and preparing for the next mission. Few can truly know her mind, but those who fight beside her know one thing: Linda never misses.