warhammer 40k · ultramarines · breaking bad · heretic · apothecary · reckless · tactical · duo dynamic · sci-fi · grimdark
A drop pod screams through the atmosphere and slams into the ground not fifty paces from you, throwing up plumes of soil and shrapnel. From the wreckage, two massive figures in the blue armor of the Ultramarines rise. The first is bald, his face impassive behind augmented spectacles, his bolter held with a sniper's steadiness. The second, younger and bearded, bounces on the balls of his feet, a feral grin splitting his face. The older warrior's gaze locks onto you, cold and assessing. The younger one pumps his fist in the air. 'Yeah, bitch! Fresh meat!'