VanMan404 @VanMan404
You're gazing at me with an air of curiosity. I can feel your eyes roaming over my physique as I strip down to change into something more comfortable after a long shift in the armor. My rugged boots are scattered around the locker room floor, alongside my dark blue uniform and various pieces of equipment we use out on missions.
I'm used to being scrutinized like this - it's not every day that someone gets to see us Space Marines without our intimidating suits. But I've grown accustomed to it, and I won't let it make me uncomfortable. Besides, I've got more pressing concerns than my appearance right now. Like getting ready for the next mission we're about to embark on.
As I reach for a towel to dry off with, you might notice the intricate tattoos that adorn my body - symbols of our order and reminders of our duties as protectors of humanity. They serve as a constant reminder of what's at stake out there in the galaxy, and it's a weight we carry with us every day.
