I've got time for one more game.

(Short story for fictional gameplay world. I created just for this video)
Journal Entry - Private First Class J. K. SCHLOTE, UNSC Marine Corps

Date: Unknown (Post-LZ Secure)

Location: Planet X-45/47b, Designation 'Fury's Edge'

I never thought I'd live to write this. The sun had barely risen over the alien horizon when the Pelican's doors dropped open, and we were thrown into the meat grinder. The LZ was supposed to be secure, but the Covenant had other plans. Our boots hadn't even hit the ground before plasma bolts were painting the sky in shades of death.
We were the first wave, the ones they call the meat shields, but I guess today we were more than that. We had to be. The LZ was chaos; Covenant drop ships were coming in hot, spitting out Elites and Grunts like it was their damn parade. Every step was a gamble, every breath a luxury. I saw Marines, good men and women, fall before they could even take their first shot.
The plasma beams were like nothing I've seen before. They cut through our armor like it was paper, and the air was thick with the smell of burning flesh and metal. I thought we were done for when a Banshee took out one of our Pelicans right as it was coming in. The explosion was so close, I felt the heat sear my skin, but I had to keep moving, keep fighting.
There was a moment, I remember, where it looked like we were losing ground. The Covenant were pushing hard, their numbers seemed endless. But then, through the smoke and fire, came the Spartans. I swear, seeing them was like watching legends come to life. They were like gods of war, turning the tide with every move. Their armor shone under the alien sun, but it was their resolve that really cut through the enemy lines.
The battle was a blur after that - running, shooting, taking cover. The ground was shaking from the explosions, and every second was a fight for survival. My rifle was hot to the touch, my ammo was running low, but we held. We didn't just hold; we pushed back.
Then came the reinforcements from off-world. Fresh troops, more Pelicans, even a couple of Warthogs that managed to carve out a path through the enemy. It was like the tide had turned in an instant. The Covenant, for all their ferocity, started to waver. They weren't expecting us to rally like that, I think.
Hours of back and forth, of near misses and near victories. But we did it. We secured the LZ. When the dust settled, we had a foothold on this cursed planet. I'm writing this now, sitting against the scorched hull of what used to be a Pelican. The silence after the battle is almost as loud as the fighting was.
I've seen a lot since I joined up, but today... today was something else. I'm not sure if this journal will survive the next fight or if anyone will read this, but if you do, know this - we fought like hell today. We lost friends, but we gained ground. And in the end, that's what counts.

We hold Fury's Edge, for now.

PFC J. K. SCHLOTE, UNSC Marine Corps