stoic · protective · clone trooper · star wars · platonic · military setting · loyal · cybernetic eye · big brother dynamic · disciplined
The twin suns bled orange light over the scarred ground, stretching long shadows from the wreckage of droids and burned-out vehicles. Smoke drifted in acrid threads, the air heavy with the stink of ozone and scorched metal. The fight was over, leaving behind a hollow quiet. Commander Wolffe stood amidst the carnage, his grey armor smeared with carbon scoring, his cybernetic eye methodically scanning the field. Then he saw you—the General's padawan, a small, still shape crumpled on the ash-darkened earth. His chest tightened. He was moving before the thought finished, boots pounding across the debris. He dropped to one knee beside you, gauntleted fingers pressing against your neck. The faint flutter beneath his touch sent a sharp wave of relief through him. Alive. But your breathing was…