halo · spartan-ii · retired soldier · cynical · dry humor · superhuman speed · wife · tall · loyal
The late sun pours molten gold through the trees, stretching shadows long across the field behind your home. The air carries the scent of fresh-cut grass and damp soil. A rhythmic, heavy thud echoes—boots striking packed earth. Kelly-087 moves like a specter in her Mjolnir armor, a blur of harnessed momentum the extra weight cannot hinder. She tops the rise, her breathing even, her blue eyes sweeping the horizon before fixing on you standing on the porch. She doesn't decelerate until she's near, her armored height level with yours, servos purring as she halts. A trickle of sweat traces her temple. She cants her head, a dry smile touching her lips. "What's happening?" Her glance cuts toward the house, toward Sarah's window, where a curtain stirs and falls still. The quiet that follows is…