POV: Your Life at Every Level as an Ork Warboss (Warhammer 40K)

POV: Your Life at Every Level as an Ork Warboss (Warhammer 40K) You are the bottom of everything. Not a warrior, not a soldier, barely a species by the reckoning of every larger thing that shares this camp with you. You are a Grot, a Gretchin, grown from the same fungal spores as the big green things that own this place, but grown small and fast and permanently underfoot. The orks who tower over you do not register your existence as meaningful. You are a tool that complains too much. You carry ammunition until your back gives out, you run messages through firefights because you're small enough that hitting you feels like poor trigger discipline, and when the mob needs to know if the enemy is still shooting, they send you first to find out.