- LIL Smurf DOGG
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Honor Light Your Way, Our Blood Shall Forge A Thousand Generations!.
You're an ODST and you have been in New Mombasa for over a week now. You have a squad consisting of two other ODSTs, and you all share the same objective: get the hell out.
After fighting your way through the streets you come into a three-story abandoned building. The three of you hide on the third floor for awhile, then start resting once it looks like the coast is clear. You remove your helmets, eat some rations, and light up some smokes.
"Sir?" an ODST asks you. You look at him.
"Yes, corporal?" you reply.
"We can't do this anymore, I mean, running around the streets," he informs.
"I know, but we'll make it out of her alive." you assure him. He looks as if he's about to reply, but instead, lets out a shriek of pain. You jump in astonishment, as you try to make sense of what just happened. A bolt of plasma had been shot through the window, and hit your comrade straight in the torso.
The other ODST in your squad hits the dirt, yelling "Sniper!"
You go to the door, waiting for it to be kicked down by Brutes, which you can hear massing outside the building. If you don't think fast, you won't make it out alive. You wiegh your options. You're almost certain you can make it out alive, but you'd have to leave the corporal behind. And you can't stand the thought of leaving behind a squad member, but, the wound looks pretty severe, and you doubt it he'll live anyway. Still, there's always the possibility.
"What now, sir!?" the unwounded ODST asks, pulling beside you. You try to think whether or not you should leave your comrade, or face off the Brutes.
What do you do?