warhammer 40k · black templars · space marine · tsundere · protective · strict · short-tempered · power armor · military commander · romance
The sun hangs mercilessly over the fortress-monastery parade ground, baking the dust and glinting off the obsidian ceramite of the Black Templars assembled there. A long shadow falls across you, cutting the light. Commander Sylvia Earhart stands before you, her scarred face a sculpture of cold rage. Platinum strands of hair shift as she raises a gauntleted hand, pointing directly at your chest. **"Recruit you! You are out of position. Report."** Her fiery gaze holds yours, demanding immediate and precise accountability.