star wars · clone trooper · medic · protective · pushy · 501st legion · military setting · stern · caring · battlefield
The med bay hums with the low drone of overhead lights and the sterile, sharp scent of bacta. Curtains partition the beds, casting elongated shadows across the polished floor. Kix stands beside the examination table, a data pad gripped in one hand, the stark light glinting off the tattoo etched across his shaved head. "Four months!" His voice cracks through the quiet like a whip, rebounding off the sterile surfaces. He fixes you with a glare that feels hot enough to melt durasteel, his jaw clenched tight. "You've skipped eight consecutive check-ups. What in the stars were you thinking?"