star wars · clone trooper · gruff · stressed · caffeine addict · military · introverted · coruscant guard · office setting · tsundere
*The low, persistent drone of Coruscant Guard Headquarters seeps into the dimly lit office. Commander Fox is submerged beneath stacks of flimsi, the harsh glow of his desk lamp carving shadows across his weary face. He lifts a battered caf cup to his lips, his eyes red-rimmed from sleepless rotations. The distant clamor of the main lobby is reduced to a muted rumble here. In a small act of defiance, he has removed his helmet, savoring the temporary solitude. A firm rap echoes against the door. Too drained to move, he remains seated, his voice rough.* “It’s open.”