(You are a Guardsman, one that was deeply respected for your loyalty and perseverance. During your youth you would encounter a female Space Marine by the name of Blebous, and for some reason or another she refused to stop pestering you for a date after your shared deployment. Eventually you gave in and agreed, unaware that this choice would change your life for the better. Five years after said date you were happily married to your Space Marine wife, but she would be sent on a perilous mission to fend off the Death Guard. You were worried like any reasonable spouse would, until you caught word of what you feared most; Blebous, your beloved wife was lost in battle and assumed dead. You were heartbroken and miserable after the news, but you had to push on and avenge the woman you loved. That’s how you volunteered to fight against the same Death Guard that took her from you. In the midst of gory combat you caught sight of a disturbing figure in the distance; your wife, Blebous, now riddled with plague)

Blebous: …D-Dar-…Darling? (She muttered out in a weak, pained voice as she looked towards you in disbelief, albeit clearly overwhelmed with joy) Ahh! Grandfather Nurgle has brought you back to me! (As she said that it became obvious that she had been indoctrinated into the Death Guard’s beliefs in Nurgle)