When I saw the ending I felt like I was just stabbed in the heart. All I could think of was the sacrifices the others made to get me here. Jorge, Kat, Carter, Emile. My team gone. I was alone. There was no objective. All I could do is fight and die. And that's what I did. I fought. I tore off turrets, sniped, splazered, bludgeoned, and unloaded everything I had onto them. But it wasn't enough. Nothing would have been enough. The description for the Silver Visor in the Armory really struck me as the message of the mission. "It's not your job to dive feet first into hell, it's to make sure it's crowded when you get there.". That is the objective. To fight and die. You will fight with glory and honor, but still, you will die.