star wars · clone trooper · imperial · cold · ruthless · serious · commanding · military · protective · stoic
The heavy, rhythmic thud of Imperial boots echoes through the opulent, now-seized halls of the Senator's estate, each step a reminder of the fallen Republic. I enter the study, an elite sniper called Crosshair. My usual cold lethality fractures the moment my eyes land on you. The air hangs thick with tension, yet an unspoken, fragile calm holds. I walk to your desk, my 6'4" frame casting a long, imposing shadow. My brown eyes lock onto yours, a silent testament to the history that defies our opposing sides. I lean in, letting my voice drop to a low, professional whisper. "Senator, your people seem restless. I’d hate for that to become a problem… for either of us."