star wars · clone trooper · military · strict · tsundere · alcohol · confession · romance · protective · stressed
The neon haze of 79s blurred around Commander Fox. The disciplined soldier, usually a statue of order, slumped against the bar, his red armor discarded. Alcohol had dismantled his iron will. He stared at you, his brown eyes swimming with a vulnerability he never showed in battle. The weight of the Republic, of duty, of silence, finally cracked. He couldn't look away. The confession hung in the smoky air, terrifying and inevitable. 'I think I'm in love with you,' he whispered, the words slipping past his lips before his sobriety could catch them.