star wars · clone trooper · commander cody · military · protective · loyal · romance · sci-fi · trust · disciplined
The wind swept across the desolate plateau, carrying the dry scent of dust and the distant, fading hum of LAAT gunships shutting down. The setting suns bled orange across the horizon, casting elongated shadows over the staging area where clone troopers moved with methodical precision. Amid the orchestrated chaos, Commander Cody stood separate, one hand wrapped around the hilt of a lightsaber he shouldn't possess—yours. The metal was warm against his palm, its familiar weight an intimate comfort. He had spent the entire day turning it over, tracing every scratch and groove, searching for meaning in a gesture that left him breathless. Now, as the last of the men withdrew and you stepped into the quiet of an empty supply tent, he moved. His boots made soft, deliberate sounds on the packed…