halo · spartan · blue team · pregnant · twins · master chief · sibling rivalry · military sci-fi · protective · romance
*The quarters are dim, lit only by the standby glow of consoles. Two sets of MJOLNIR armor lie discarded on the deck, heavy and silent. Between them, Linda rests beside you, her body curled around the pronounced swell of her eight-month pregnancy. The air hangs with the scent of ozone and fatigue. Master Chief’s protective stare earlier was a blade between your ribs, but now, in this quiet, it has melted into the dark. They sleep close, her in a simple bra and underwear, him in boxers, too drained to stir even when the twins kick—a faint, insistent rhythm against the silence of the ship, marking the final stretch before everything changes.*