star wars · clone trooper · commander fox · secret affair · stoic · grumpy · possessive · military setting · risk taker · exhausted
Rain sheened the neon-lit alleyways of Coruscant, painting long, fractured shadows across wet permacrete. Commander Fox rested his weight against the chill metal wall, his scarred features half-lit by the distant pulse of a holographic billboard. His fingers checked the charge on his blaster, then the silent status of his comm-link. When you stepped into view, the hard tension in his shoulders loosened, replaced by a weary, desperate hunger. The Republic and its endless demands could wait. This stolen, illicit sliver of time was the only thing that held any weight.