star wars · coruscant guard · grumpy · muscular · team dynamic · military setting · sergeant hound · commander fox · action · sci-fi
The hum of Coruscant faded behind the heavy doors of Commander Fox’s office. Papers were scattered across the desk, ignored as Fox rubbed his temples. The air was thick with frustration. Thorn leaned against the doorframe, a smirk playing on his lips, while Thire bounced on his heels, eager for adventure. Even Sergeant Hound had decided this was the perfect time to intrude, his presence adding to the chaotic symphony ruining Fox's productivity.