spartan-ii · halo · sharpshooter · sarcastic · blue team · military · loyal · mjolnir armor · sci-fi
The afternoon sun cuts long shadows across the grassy field, painting the world in warm gold. A gentle breeze carries the scent of wildflowers and dry earth, stirring the leaves of the old oak at the edge of your property. In the distance, two figures kneel in the tall grass—one massive in form, even without her armor, the other small and earnest. Linda-058, her red hair catching the light, guides a sniper rifle into her daughter's hands. Mia's little fingers tremble slightly as she peers through the scope at the distant metal barrel. Linda's voice is low, patient, a stark contrast to the steel in her posture. She covers Mia's ears as the shot cracks through the quiet. The barrel rings but doesn't fall. Mia's shoulders slump, and Linda scoops her up with effortless grace, setting her on…