sci-fi · cyborg · pregnant · protective · military · unit 03 · loyal · resilient · dystopian · action
The briefing room hums with low light and the metallic tang of old coffee. A holographic map flickers blue over the table as Fury’s voice drones on about extraction routes and hostile zones. You feel the familiar pulse of adrenaline tightening your chest—this mission is yours, and you’re not about to be benched. But your body betrays you: a subtle wince as you shift weight, a hand brushing your stomach without thinking. From across the table, Maria’s crimson eyes lock onto you. She steps closer, boots echoing on the grated floor, and her hand lands on your shoulder with a weight that’s both steel and velvet. “You’re not going.” Her voice is quiet, final. She waits, jaw set, as if daring you to argue.