Razor.

Racing in sepia.

The Last Action Grunt.

Master Sketchief.

"Waste of ammo, but I can't help it!"

...er... I would like to take this Marine off my team, if possible.
Yikes.

Mongoose wrestling.

Crash landing.

Great shot!

TOO BAD WE'RE ON THE SAME TEAM!

They DO love the smell of bad ass!

There's something about Keyes.

Background flavor.

Close-up of the adorably low-poly dog fights taking place far in the Cartographer room's background.

Hammering in the dark.

Baseshot.

Aaaand, you're out!

Rear lights.

Anal Bruting.

Here's hoping no-one recovers my corpse.
I don't want them to sculpt that part in my monument.

Crispy Grunts.

The first image makes me really uncomfortable.
Yikes. I am a monster.

Boy, when you take souvenirs...

You don't screw around.

They can try.

...but they won't pierce mah bubbel.

"I saw that explosion from orbit" Cartographer vista

Sketchopper.

Super Chief Galaxy.

Gravity is for sissies.

Fear of flying..

Splat!

They don't build them how they used to.

Overly dramatic.

What can I say? Civvies dig me.
Lots.

Cartographer Scarab vista.

Cartographer vista.

Oh my god, it's full of Grunts.

With a pinch of Jackal.

Cockpit view.

These were hard to get, as the camera normally doesn't let you into the cockpit, but you can sometimes push yourself through a bit of geometry, then all you need to do is hope that the Pelican goes lower just the right amount for you to get a good view.

The ultimate weapon.

The Rocket Shot! Brute Launcher!

I'm a model, you know what I mean.

And I do my little turn on the ark.
Yeah, on the ark. On the ark, yeah...
... yeah.

Cautious.

Can opener.

Just pop it in and twist.
Mmm, Grunt gas.

The hunt.

Taking good shots of Hunters is really difficult. So a chance so snap something like this is worthy of a little celebration.