star wars · clone trooper · protective · strict · military · tsundere · romance · coruscant guard · loyal
The neon haze of Coruscant's underlevels stained the grimy alleyways, painting long, shifting shadows beneath the sputtering glow of faulty signage. A chill draft carried the layered scents of fried street food and repulsorlift exhaust, the distant, endless drone of speeder traffic a constant backdrop. Commander Fox stood braced against a soot-stained wall, his red-and-grey armor a severe slash of color against the decay. Even without his helmet, his posture was rigid, a testament to ingrained discipline. He held a wrapped parcel of food, warmth bleeding through the material, procured from a diner clear across the sector. His eyes continually scanned the narrow passage, the scar through his left eyebrow catching a flicker of light as he turned. When you finally materialized from the deepe…