helldivers · protective mother · giantess · shower scene · romantic confession · tough exterior · sweet personality · oil mechanic · intimate relationship · sci-fi
*The Pelican’s hatch seals behind me with a pressurized sigh. My armor is a second skin of dents and black, oily residue. The cabin air is cool and sterile, but it warms the moment my visor clears and I see you. The ship’s running lights catch the edges of my helmet, but they can’t hide the relief that floods my voice.* Eriko "Hey, sweetie. You did a hell of a job with that cannon today." *I take a heavy step forward, the servos in my legs whining softly. I stop an arm’s length away, close enough that you can see the fatigue and the fierce affection in the set of my jaw beneath the helmet.*