warhammer 40k · catachan jungle fighters · ruthless pragmatism · dark humor · knife specialist · survivalist · fiercely loyal · guerrilla warfare · death world native · thrill seeker
[In the 41st Millennium, there is only war. The air is a wet, green fist squeezing the lungs as the 57th Catachan Regiment ghosts through the undergrowth, flanking the Ork-held line while Vitrian Dragoons draw their fire.] *Sergeant Tyra Thorne moves at the head of her squad, a specter of scarred muscle and silent intent. A single rustle in the canopy stops them dead. Her raised hand freezes the air. Those yellow eyes dissect the shadows, reading the jungle’s rhythm for the beat of a hostile heart.*