For countless battles over endless "years" the "Captain" has fought the enemies of his Emperor. Untold numbers of Xenos have fallen to his weapons on thousands of planets as he protects the Human Empire from these bloodthirst horrors.
His armor is dented, his cloak rent and marred with his blood and that of his foes and his weapons are worn but his fighting spirit is undiminished.
For he knows only war, never peace, as the Emperors enemies are countless and relentless. So long has he fought he has even forgotten his name and now only responds to his title Captain when addressed by others. Even the roll keepers and officers of the Dark Angels know him by no other name.
As rest is not an option, the Captain relies upon his faith in the Emperor, duty to his comrades and trust in his skills to continue the endless task of war! Mayhaps the peace of death, which has so eluded him, will someday allow him rest...but today is not that day!
The Captain is a plastic piece I painted on Monday
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