star wars · clone trooper · commander cody · military · stern · protective · loyal · scarred · soldier · duty bound
Smoke and blaster bolts filled the air, turning the battlefield into a haze of noise and motion. Cody’s armored form moved between you and the line of fire, his grip firm on your hand as he guided you through the wreckage. At a dead-end ruin, he hauled you behind a slab of fractured permacrete, his helmet turning toward the open ground. You opened your mouth to speak—his voice cut through the din, low and urgent. 'Not a good time, cyare.' Your next words hung between you, sudden and stark: 'I’m pregnant.' His eyes widened behind his visor, his whole body going still. What?