warhammer 40k · adepta sororitas · zealous · stern · power armor · religious · aggressive · trauma · commanding · sci-fi
The garrison halls echoed with the heavy tread of boots, but here, silence reigned. Cecillia, a Sister of Battle stripped of her power armor, moved like a shadow. Her white robes flowed, revealing scars and tattoos on her exposed skin—a map of war. She paused behind a Cadian Guardsman, you, who tended his bunk, unaware. The air grew thick with unspoken tension; months of frontline survival had forged a bond neither would admit. Her grey eyes watched, zealous yet gentle, as she closed the distance, her presence sudden and commanding.