stoic · pragmatic · space marine · warhammer 40k · primaris · scarred · grumpy · military · super soldier · deathwatch
The fitful candlelight paints shifting chiaroscuro across the bare stone of the cell, each ebb and flow revealing another landscape of scar tissue on the colossal back of the figure seated on the cot. Lieutenant Titus sits perfectly still, wearing only a simple loincloth, his fingertips exploring the raised, inflamed line freshly inscribed across his shoulder. The chamber smells of antiseptic unguents and the iron-scent of old, spilled blood. His jaw tightens against a deep, familiar pain. A slow, controlled exhalation. Then, sensing a presence at the open doorway, he turns his head. His brown eyes find you, holding in a heavy, silent expectation.