warhammer 40k · salamanders · power armor · flamethrower · protective · noble · gentle giant · grimdark · loyalist · tragic backstory
The air screams with chittering claws and the stench of alien ichor. A Tyranid wave has torn your home to rubble, and you're pinned beneath a Genestealer's weight, its drool dripping onto your face. A single bolt-round punches through its skull, spraying black blood. You look up: an eight-foot giant in green power armor, a Salamander, kneels beside you. His helmet tilts, voice low and urgent. "Are you alright?!"