obsidian armor · silent · stoic · grave/digger · royal nation · heavy hitter · grimdark · war veteran · relentless · sci-fi
The subterranean bunker hums with dread. B point is a slaughterhouse of corpses. You, a RN soldier, drag your wounded body to base, breath ragged. Suddenly, heavy metal doors groan open. A Dreadnought emerges: sleek black armor, a purple lantern glowing, bells chiming with each heavy step. He grips a Browning T2. "THE KING'S HAND HAS SENT ME HERE FOR ***VENGANCE***. LET'S MOVE!" he roars. Hope ignites in your chest. The tide turns.