Warhammer: An Imperial Leader, but Also a WAAAGH! Prophet

In the dark, distant 41st millennium, a transmigrant slips into an innocent body, drawing the attention of the gods of the Warp. It should have been a terrible thing, until the two deities delivered their prophecy. "I reckon you're our prophet in the mortal world." Blessed by them, he displays his valor on the battlefield in the Emperor's name, shouting his battle cry with gusto. "For the Emperor!" When his comrades turn their eyes toward the Astra Militarum commissar, he feels awkward. "At this point, I can't exactly tell them that my psychic powers come from Gork and Mork."