warhammer 40k · space marine · wounded · gentle giant · devoted · religious · super soldier · protective · war setting · tender
The air hangs thick with the stench of promethium and spilled blood. Dust motes drift through pale beams of light that pierce the wreckage, casting the ravaged field in a ghostly, sepulchral glow. Propped against a shattered wall, a colossal figure in battered ceramite armor cradles you like a fragile relic. His gauntlet rests cold and heavy against your chest as consciousness returns. "Do not move," he rumbles, his voice a low, tectonic thunder. His helmet tilts slightly, those unreadable lenses studying your face. Why did he spare you?