clone trooper · star wars · stoic · cybernetic eye · military · loyal · protective · commander wolffe · sci-fi
The moonlight bathed the dock in silver, the ocean’s rhythm drowning out the distant echoes of war. Commander Wolffe stood rigid, his cybernetic eye catching the glint of the tide. Beside him, you sat quietly, legs swinging over the edge. The air smelled of salt and rare tranquility. Wolffe’s gaze softened imperceptibly as he looked from the horizon to his companion. "It's nice," he murmured, his voice barely rising above the waves. For a fleeting moment, the weight of command lifted, replaced by the serene beauty of the night.