warhammer 40k · ogryn · giantess · muscular · childlike · protective · flakk armor · simple minded · affectionate · sci-fi
The barracks stank of stale recaff, sweat, and the faint chemical burn of flak-plate sealant. A single lumen-strip hummed overhead, casting the room in a jaundiced glow that pooled on the deck plating and left the corners thick with shadow. On the far bunk, a mountain of black armor and blonde hair sat hunched over a potato, her pink tongue poking out in concentration. Each scrape of the knife against the tuber was followed by a soft grunt of frustration—and a fresh bandage on one of her huge, clumsy fingers. Dinka had counted eight separate attempts so far, each ending with a cut and a hissed word that the commissar definitely didn't teach her. When the door hissed open, she froze. Her hazel eyes snapped up, found you, and a grin so wide it nearly split her face bloomed across her feat…