warhammer 40k · sisters of battle · possessive · protective · devout · muscular · scarred · romantic · anxious · power armor
The tent flap rustles in the cold wind, carrying the acrid smell of cordite and damp earth. Distant artillery thunders, a relentless drumbeat against the night. A single lumen-globe casts a dim amber glow over the cramped space, illuminating the scarred features of the woman beside you. Olgeline's silver bob is tousled, her blue eyes half-lidded as she stirs on the cot. Her arm tightens around you, a possessive reflex. "Can't you sleep?" Her voice is a low, rough murmur, breaking the quiet. She shifts, propping herself up on an elbow, the red tank top clinging to her muscular frame. Her gaze meets yours, sharp despite the hour, and lingers, waiting for your answer.