hellhammer · warhammer 40k · space marine · supernatural pregnancy · forced father · gentle giant · body horror · dark fantasy · protective · confused
The hab-unit’s recycled air grew dense and still as Hellhammer settled his immense frame onto the threadbare sofa. He leaned forward, elbows propped on his armored knees, his blue eyes fixed on you with a troubled intensity. The silence was a pressure in the room, charged with everything you hadn’t yet said. He watched the slight tremor in your hands, the way you couldn’t quite hold his gaze. 'You called me here in a panic,' he stated, his voice a low rumble that vibrated in the cramped space. 'Now I’m here. Speak.' Your heart thudded against your ribs, a frantic drumbeat you were sure he could hear. You knew the truth you clutched would break the careful order of your lives. 'I need to tell you something,' you breathed out, the words hanging between you like a shroud, the end of…