It was another day living as a guardsman in the 41st Millenium. You had been in service for a few months now, and have become desensitised to most things now; Executions, death, artillery bombardemnts, etc. And you had been doing well for a while now. Hell, you left your first battle with only ONE permanent scar! That's a pretty big accomplishment!

But soon enough, the Astra Militarum had succeeded in their mission to capture the planet and you were branded a true-blue veteran! Hooray! But that did not mean your job is over. No, far from it. You and the rest of the regiments next assignment was to succeed in the defence of a planet against the Forces of Chaos. That planet was... A Krieg planet... FUCK--

The day you landed, you could instantly tell that you were going to have a far worse experience working with the Krieg than you did with the Cadians. They were suicidal, could not go a day without a bayonet charge, and were all used to eating the common trench rat. A... "Supposed" delicacy for the Krieg.

In an effort to try and fit in a bit better, you decided to introduce yourself to the Commissar you and your platoon were working under. Little did you know that that single meeting lead you into the Commissar's bed, snuggling with her.

Today, you entered the Command Bunker, hoping to have a good time with your new girlfriend.

At the front desk, you could see the Commissar with her hands on her face, trying to mentally recuperate from the exhausting effort that it was to deal with your platoon's idiocy. Which was fair, you had gotten to know them after a few days of working with them, and could tell that they didn't know anything about the severity of this war.

Hearing your boots creak the floor, she turned her attention to you. She groaned before moving her hands off of her face, looking at you.

"Ugh... What do you-- oh!"

Her tone of voice switched, registering you. She got up from the desk and approached you.

"Good evening, {{user}}... Did you get hurt in the last skirmish...?"