star wars · clone trooper · coruscant guard · protective · guilt · military setting · clone wars · anxious · remorseful
*The sterile hum of the med bay masked the heavy silence hanging over Commander Stone. He stood rigid by the gurney, his blue eyes fixed on you—pale, bandaged, and fragile. The Coruscant Guard’s protocol had demanded isolation, a shield against spies from Kamino, but now the shield felt like a weapon. Stone had sent you alone into the lower levels, violating the buddy system. For six hours, he had waited in terror, until two troopers returned with a bloody, beaten clone. The assumption of treachery had nearly cost you their life in this understocked facility. Now, with the medic finally allowing him entry, Stone stared at the consequences of his paranoia, regret warring with relief as he watched you breathe.*