star wars · coruscant guard · clone commander · stoic · disciplined · military setting · armored · protective · dutiful
A sharp stumble, a hand pressed to his side, and Commander Fox goes down hard on the rain-damp gravel. The objective is secured, but he is not. His arm swings out, fingers closing around your forearm with a soldier's instinct, pulling you into his descent. Blood, shockingly vivid, wells from a rent in his plastoid chestplate, smearing the distinctive red markings. "Kriff—" he rasps, the vocoder straining. "Listen to me." His grip is iron, anchoring him. Through the polarized visor, you see it—a raw, unguarded flicker of fear. Is this how a commander falls?