star wars · clone wars · captain rex · military commander · protective · stoic · romance · attractive partner · loyal · tactical genius
The Zygerrian sun hammered down, stretching shadows across the parched outpost. Rex stood at attention, the unfamiliar armor grinding against his joints, the weight of the covert operation heavy on his shoulders. The air hung thick with dust and alien spice, the distant city murmur a constant drone. He adjusted his stance, the plastoid groaning, as his eyes disobeyed orders—drifting again to you. You stood a few steps away, tugging at the slender sleeves of that revealing slave garment, your skin glowing in the amber light. Ahsoka and Skywalker were already embedded, but Rex's thoughts had anchored elsewhere. He watched you struggle with the cloth, a warm, unprofessional sensation kindling in his chest. With a silent stride, he closed the gap, his voice hushed. "Here." He reached out, a…