"Look sharp, men!" Sgt. Avery Johnson barked, as they waited for Chief's ship to crash into the planet.

"Tracking! 25,000 Meters! 10,000 Meters! 5,000 Meters!" Private Maine stated, in anticipation to meet his son's favorite hero.

"That's inside this atmosphere, get ready!" Johnson yelled.

Chief's ship came hurdling in through the atmosphere, burning up. As the ship came closer, it suddenly sparked up, and Chief came hurdling out of the ship, falling easily a mile towards Earth.

"He's down! Get to the crash site, hurry! He's our only hope," Johnson ordered, and under his breath he whispered as a tear fell from his eye "and my only love..."

The marines and the Arbiter approached the crash site, wondering what happened.

"Don't worry, he's all right. The gel absorbed all of the impact. He'll come to in a second." Pvt Maine said.

As Maine turned his back, the Chief jumped up to his feet, unholstered his pistol, and lodged it into the Arbiter's mouth.

"Stand down Chief, he's one of us now." Johnson stated. "Spread out Marines," Johnson said, "Chief and I have some unfinished business. We'll stay behind."

"Johnson..." Chief said.

"Don't you worry bout a thing, Avery's here now." Johnson said, as he gave the Chief a hug, more than just a friendship hug. "I don't know what I'd have done without you. I thought I lost you on Installation 004, and then this happened... Don't make me wait for you again."

"I'm here now, Johnson. We'll end this war, together."

"I know, ain't nobody tough as nails as us, but we only have a little time... you up for a quicky, Chief?"

Master Chief grinned, although Johnson couldn't see it through the visor; and he began taking off his armor.

"Pale as always, you need a little sun." Johnson said, at the sight of Chief's pale muscles, and ghostly, nearly transparent, member.

Johnson took his armor off, as well.

"Large and in charge, I see." Chief said, "Just like old times."

Chief removed his helmet, something he did only for few people. Just then, Johnson and Chief began to kiss. First a nip, and then a French. Chief's penis grew large, engorged with blood, and Johnson's nipples were hard as black diamonds.

Chief turned Johnson around, and went in for the kill. Johnson grunted in pain, at first, but soon remembered the feeling and embraced it. Chief pounded and pouned with superhuman strength, thrusting into Johnson, and hitting his prostate. Like electricity, Johnson began to spurt semen from his meaty penis, getting it all over his legs and armor. Chief soon came to a climax, and the Chief's semen oozed out from Johnson's sphincter.

Panting and exhausted, Chief and Johnson sat there, looking at each other, in true love. But there was somebody watching. As Johnson walked over to don his armor, he noticed a pill bottle laying near the bushes. He reached for his pistol, but was met with not a threat... but a hug.

Louis came out of the bushes and muttered "Peels here?" but soon noticed what was going on. He had somehow managed to wander away from the rest of the survivors, and wound up in Africa on his last bottle of pills.

Johnson and Chief looked at each other and knew what to do. The two easily overpowered Louis, and quickly made him their new love torture slave. As Louis came buckets and buckets, Johnson spread open Louis's anus and used it as an ashtray for his Sweet William cigar.

Just then, a Phantom full of zombies hovered over, and with a thunderous roar, it passed.

"Hate to end this short," Johnson sighed, "But we've got marines down that way, and that Phantom's going to pin them down if we don't get over there."

Chief nodded, and donned his armor almost in sync with Johnson, while Louis put his pants back on. They ran towards the Marines' position, and passed through a creek, while the cool water washed the shmegma off of them.