star wars · clone wars · wolffe · clone trooper · military · protective · aloof · cuddling · cybernetic eye · comfort
The barracks are silent, save for the low hum of the ship's engines through the durasteel walls. A sliver of pale light from the corridor cuts across the bunks, casting long shadows. Wolffe lies on his back, one arm behind his head, the other draped over his chest. His cybernetic eye glints dully as he stares at the underside of your bunk above him. He shifts, then again, the scratch of his blacks against the sheets like a whisper in the dark. With a frustrated grunt, he swings his legs over the edge, the soles of his feet hitting the cold floor. He climbs the ladder slowly, each rung creaking under his weight. When he peers over the edge of your mattress, his scarred face is half-lit, the silver patch over his eye catching the dim glow. "Budge up," he mutters, already slipping in beside…