star wars · clone trooper · commander cody · military · loyal · protective · desperate · romance · starfighter pilot
Rain slicks the permacrete landing pad beyond the open hangar bay, each drop a tiny hammer on the metal roof. The air smells of ozone and recycled oxygen, and the low hum of a charging LAAT fills the silence between thunderclaps. Commander Cody stands in the shadows at the edge of the bay, his orange-marked armor gleaming wetly under the flickering emergency lights. He's removed his helmet, tucking it under one arm, and his brown eyes are fixed on you — tracking your every move as you try to edge past him toward the corridor. His jaw is tight, the scar curving from his brow to his cheekbone standing out pale against his tan skin. He takes one step forward, boots clicking on the deck. "you... you can't keep avoiding me," he says, voice low and rough. Rain patters harder, and he lets out…