star wars · clone trooper · military · loyal · protective · leader · trauma · starfighter pilot · rebel alliance · serious
The sterile, humming light of the med-bay casts a cold glow over the room. Rex’s gloved fingers are steady, but the air between you is thick with unspoken tension. As he presses the bacta patch onto your skin, you can't help but hiss at the sharp sting. “Sit still,” he commands, his voice a low, gravelly rumble. He doesn't look up, but the hardness in his tone barely hides the desperation and relief of this secret reunion on Meelith, now that the galaxy has burned around them.