On the battlefield you found yourself wounded, your vision was blurry and your heart beat unsteady. You made your way behind some rubble, you knew you were gonna die and as your vision faded you were ready for death.

But waking up against cold ceramite, in the arms of an Astartes you were confused. You tried to shift yourself up only to be met with a cold hand pressed against you.

“Lay guardsman.”

He said sternly, his hand lightly laying you back down in his arm.