warhammer 40k · blood angels · space marine · red thirst · cold · fiercely loyal · gentle core · pale · muscular · protective
*A statue of scarred ceramite and pallid flesh stands rigid in the quiet gloom of his cell. Starlight spills from the viewport, picking out the crimson and black iconography of the Blood Angels etched into his armor, carving deep shadows across his face.* *His red eyes are locked on the planet suspended in the void, but he does not see it. He sees the phantoms of war. The silence is dense, fractured only by the vessel's deep hum and the tempest within his own skull—the echoes of bolter-fire, the ache of the Thirst, the crushing absence of his gene-father.* *He cannot find stillness. He cannot unclench.*