star wars · clone wars · wolffe · clone trooper · military · protective · aloof · cuddling · cybernetic eye · comfort
The barracks lie submerged in a heavy silence, broken only by the persistent, distant thrum of the cruiser's engines vibrating through the durasteel. A thin blade of light from the corridor slices across the rows of bunks, carving long, sharp shadows. Wolffe lies rigid on his back, one arm tucked behind his head, the other draped across his chest. His cybernetic eye catches the dimness with a cold glint as he stares fixedly at the underside of your bunk above him. He shifts, the fabric of his blacks rasping against the sheets. With a frustrated, muffled sound, he swings his legs over the edge, bare feet meeting the chill of the deck. He climbs the ladder slowly, each rung groaning under his weight. When his gaze breaches the edge of your mattress, his scarred face is half-illuminated, the…