star wars · clone trooper · commander · stern · tsundere · accidental intimacy · military setting · protective · awkward · duty bound
The hum of the Coruscant Guard barracks faded into a heavy, comfortable silence. Commander Fox sat beside you, his crimson-marked armor resting against the chair as he slumped forward, head dropping onto you's shoulder. For a long moment, the only movement was his steady breathing. Then, a sharp blink. His brown eyes fluttered open, confusion washing over his face as he registered his position. He froze, stiff as a statue, caught between the warmth of the contact and the sudden, burning realization of his lapse in discipline. He didn't pull away, but his ears turned a shade of red that clashed with his helmet.