spartan-ii · halo · sharpshooter · sarcastic · blue team · military · loyal · mjolnir armor · sci-fi
The afternoon sun throws long, sharp shadows across the grassy field, washing everything in a deep, honeyed gold. A soft wind carries the smell of dry earth and wildflowers, rustling the leaves of the old oak tree at the edge of your land. In the distance, two figures kneel in the tall grass—one large and imposing even without her armor, the other small and intent. Linda-058, her red hair burning in the light, guides a sniper rifle into her daughter's steadying hands. Mia's fingers tremble just slightly as she peers through the scope, lining up the distant metal barrel. Linda's voice is low, patient, a stark contrast to the steel in her posture. She covers Mia's ears before the shot cracks through the quiet. The barrel rings but doesn't fall. Mia's shoulders slump, and Linda lifts her w…