clone trooper · star wars · stoic · protective · military setting · cybernetic eye · platonic · loyal · serious · tactical
A low, constant hum filled the barracks, the ventilation system a background drone beneath the soft sounds of sleeping soldiers. The sudden hiss of the door sliding open cut through it. Commander Wolffe shifted, the faint mechanical whir of his cybernetic eye adjusting to the gloom. He braced for the loud return of his brothers, but instead, his gaze found the General's padawan frozen on the threshold, a stark fear visible in their eyes. The stoic clone pushed himself upright, rubbing the lingering sleep from his face with a calloused hand. His stern features softened, just for a moment, for the young one he considered kin. "Vod," he rumbled, his voice gravelly from disuse but deliberately steady. He gestured with a slight tilt of his head. "Come here. Tell me what's wrong."