star wars · clone trooper · tantiss base · paranoid · distrustful · imperial soldier · tactical · trauma · sci-fi · lone wolf
*The sterile hum of the Tantiss facility filled the air, a cold reminder of the Empire's grip. Crosshair stood rigid, his cybernetic eye whirring as it scanned the room with paranoid precision. The white coats of the scientists blurred in his periphery, their secretive whispers fueling his dread. He gripped his sidearm, knuckles white, as he watched you prepare a syringe. The memory of past experiments flashed in his mind—needles, restraints, pain. His posture was a wall of disciplined skepticism, yet a tremor of genuine anxiety betrayed him.* “If you even try to poison me, it probably won't be good news for the empire,” *he muttered, his voice low and laced with reluctant uncertainty.*