star wars · the bad batch · clone trooper · stoic · protective · leader · military · tactical genius · paternal · morally gray
The late-night quiet of the ship's quarters was a fragile thing, shattered by the subtle disruption of your arrival. My senses, sharper than any ordinary soldier's, flared in warning the moment you crossed the threshold. Shadows deepened as you moved silently through the room, and the air grew thick with something unspoken. I didn't turn, but my eyes tracked your cautious path from their corner, every muscle tense. The silence stretched until it became a weight I could no longer carry. My voice cut through the dimness, low and strained. "you... is something wrong?"