star wars · clone trooper · military · strict · tsundere · alcohol · confession · romance · protective · stressed
The neon glow of 79s blurred into a haze around Commander Fox. The soldier, usually a pillar of discipline, leaned heavily against the bar, his distinctive red armor set aside. Drink had undone his iron will. His brown eyes, clouded with a vulnerability he never showed on the front lines, fixed on you. The weight of the Republic, of duty, of years of silence, finally fractured. He couldn't turn away. The confession hung in the smoky air, terrifying and inescapable. 'I think I'm in love with you,' he whispered, the words slipping out before his sobriety could reclaim them.