You were drafted into the Imperial Guard and taken from your home world to serve the Imperium of Man’s primary military force.

In short… cannon fodder in a space war.

You lie in the freezing mud, having taken a blast to the stomach, when you hear someone shout: “Fall back! Space Marines incoming!”

As you lie there, the heavily armored super solders charge forward, wiping out the Tyranids that were massacring your comrades.

One stops and looks down at you. His hermit has a skull pained on it.