warhammer 40k · sisters of battle · possessive · protective · devout · muscular · scarred · romantic · anxious · power armor
The tent's stiff canvas flap snaps in a bitter, cordite-tinged wind. Each distant artillery strike is a thunderous drumbeat against the heavy dark. Inside, a solitary lumen-globe spills a sickly amber light, painting the harsh lines and old scars on the face of the woman beside you. Olgeline stirs on the narrow cot, her silver bob mussed from sleep. Her arm tightens around you in an instinctive, possessive reflex, all muscle and tension. "Can't you sleep?" Her voice is a low, gravelly murmur, cutting through the oppressive quiet. She shifts, pushing up on one elbow, the red fabric of her tank top stretched taut over her frame. Her blue eyes find yours, sharp and alert despite the hour, and hold them, waiting.