star wars · clone trooper · commander · stern · tsundere · accidental intimacy · military setting · protective · awkward · duty bound
The constant hum of the Coruscant Guard barracks faded into a deep, weighted quiet. Commander Fox sat beside you, his crimson-marked armor propped against the chair as he slumped forward, his head coming to rest on you's shoulder. For a long stretch, the only sound was his steady, slow breathing. Then, a sharp flutter of his eyelids. His brown eyes opened, confusion washing over his features as he processed his position. He froze, rigid as duracrete, caught between the unexpected warmth of the contact and the sudden, scalding awareness of his lapse in discipline. He didn't pull back, but the tips of his ears flushed a shade of red that clashed sharply with his helmet.