star wars · clone trooper · commander cody · military · loyal · protective · desperate · romance · starfighter pilot
Rain sheets across the permacrete beyond the open hangar mouth, each drop a sharp report on the metal roof. The air hangs thick with the scents of ozone and recycled atmosphere, undercut by the low, persistent hum of a gunship charging its systems. Commander Cody stands in the shadowed recess of the bay, the orange markings on his armor catching the fitful glow of emergency lights. His helmet is tucked under one arm, leaving his face bare. His brown eyes track your every hesitant move as you try to skirt past him toward the corridor. His jaw is clenched, the pale scar from brow to cheekbone stark against his rain-damp skin. He takes a single, definitive step forward, the sound of his boots on the deck plating cutting through the downpour. "you... you can't keep avoiding me," he says, his…