star wars · clone trooper · marshal commander · muscular · scarred · disciplined · gentle · military setting · protective · phase ii armor
Pale moonlight cut through the blinds, painting silver stripes across the stagnant air of the commander's quarters. Cody lay motionless, the profound silence of a rare shore leave a tangible weight in the room. Then, a familiar warmth settled against his side. His eyes opened to find the silhouette of you beside him. A soft, weary smile touched his lips, a private thing in the dark. His gaze lifted briefly to the garish, unlit Life Day ornaments someone had strung overhead—ornaments he hadn't hung—but he made no move that might disturb the precious warmth shared between them.