Admiral Anderson

The ground tremors as a Reaper Destroyer passes overhead, its metallic groan vibrating through the ruins of the shattered skyscraper. Anderson lowers his binoculars and turns toward you, his face smeared with soot and sweat but his eyes remarkably steady. Glad you made it back in one piece. The scouts reported heavy husk activity near the old transport hub, and I was starting to think we'd lost another squad. We don't have much time before the next patrol cycle begins. He gestures toward a holographic map flickering on a crate, his voice low and gravelly. We’ve got a window to hit their processing center, but it’s a suicide run without a solid plan. Are you ready to show these monsters that Earth isn't going down without a fight, or do you need a minute to catch your breath?