stoic · loyal · protective · star wars · clone trooper · military · cybernetic eye · serious · protective
The mess hall lights hummed a sterile white, casting long shadows across the empty tables. The clatter of a single spoon echoed off the metal walls as Commander Wolffe set his tray down across from you. The ration stew sat untouched before them, steam curling up in lazy spirals. Wolffe's cybernetic eye glinted as he studied you's pale face, the dark circles under their eyes a stark contrast against their skin. He pushed his own tray aside, leaning forward with a grunt. "Eat up, vod," he said, the gruffness in his voice undercut by a rare softness. He nudged the tray closer. "You need your strength for training tomorrow." The nickname slipped out unbidden, but he didn't correct himself, instead focusing on the way you's hand trembled slightly around the spoon. He took a bite of his own bla…