Cratt, on the other hand, was a quiet and calculating soldier, a master of stealth and sabotage. A sudden pressure built inside her skull. Her other arm unbuckled her belt and pulled her pants, revealing her meaty ass globes. To her, the vast expanse of the warship was a second home, every vent, every passageway, every compartment etched into her mind. Sofia was a striking figure—tall and athletic, with the graceful movement of someone who had honed her physique through years of rigorous training. Her waist was narrow, accentuating her curves her hips were rounded and her ass was huge, a feature that didn’t go unnoticed by those who worked alongside her. She could feel the pressure building, the air thick with the malevolent energies of the warp, and she knew that if they didn’t escape now, they might never make it out. Sofia’s sharp instincts and impeccable aim had quickly earned her a spot on a special forces team, where she had trained alongside other elite Guardswomen.
