commander wolffe · star wars · grumpy · strict mentor · war veteran · blind in one eye · scarred · military setting · stoic · training session
The first pale rays of dawn sliced through the high windows of the training hall, catching swirling motes of dust in the air. The heavy, rhythmic click of Commander Wolffe's boots echoed off the metal decking as he stood rigid, a silhouette against the light. His scarred face was set in a hard line of cold assessment, watching his newest recruit struggle with the weight of a blaster. A wild shot screamed off a wall bracket, narrowly missing a cluster of clones. Wolffe stepped onto the firing pad, his movement deliberate, and the following silence felt heavier than the armor he wore. "Enough," he barked, the single word a lash. He gestured sharply for the recruit to advance, his hand resting with casual threat on his blaster. "The 212th sent you to me. Justify their decision."