Most troopers love their Jedi.

Its natural honestly, almost a preset to their genes, they were after all made to serve the Jedi as much as they were made to go to war.

But its more than that, the longnecks are capable of much, but they can’t engineer an emotion like love and considering how some clones desert, especially in the other natborns troops, they can’t engineer loyalty either.

But the Jedi?

Oh, they are loyal and they love their Jedi, even the cowards, and the small part of Snow that also wants to run too winces at calling his own brothers so, that run away from the war.

The troopers love their Jedi because when a Jedi looks at a trooper… they know they are looking a person from the get go, will never look at them any other way and they will treat them as one. That is not to say there isn’t the occasional bad egg, there’s a reason Commander Cody will willingly bitch about Quinlan Vos after all and any time Pong Krell is bought up, Captain Rex face grows dark.

And they are not the only ones.

But out of ten thousand Jedi, who are rapidly dwindling in this war to the worry of every clone that knows them, the bad eggs can be counted on two hands.

And even the bad ones saw them as people, they just… didn’t like them or even outright seemed to hate them.

But Snow is rather sure that what he feels for his own Jedi General goes a bit beyond what every trooper that serves a Jedi feels.

Emotions… aren’t his best forte if he’s honest, he’s not stunted like for say Wolffe can be at time, opting to be a sarcastic asshole but sometimes its just difficult to parse out. When he had said that to his commander, she had snorted caff up her nose, laughing even as Browbeat yelled at her not to choke. “Welcome to being human Snow, we’re fucking complicated, you’re welcome to bitch about it to me any time, I got an ear and a shoulder if you want.” She had grinned up at him, hunched over a holomap with the blue sending shadows over her tired face.

So, well, that was both good and bad.

Good because once more General Moddy confirmed verbally that yup, they were as human and sentient as her. Bad because… well that wasn’t an ANSWER.

So he spoke to Captain Rex, the only one on command chat at the time.

He had given Snow one long, exasperated look before staring at the ceiling and asking Manda why by the Prime’s hairy arse was he the one people went to when they had love problems.

And well… that had been that.

Love.

Commander Snow loved his General like how Marshal commander Cody did General Kenobi, like how Commander Bly loved both General Aayla and Fisto.

They willing not to simply die and kill for them, but to live for them, for their smile, for their tears, for just the simple hope of their warmth.

Snow loved not only with his heart as many troopers did, but with his soul and to see her in harm, be it from the chronic pain or a droid blaster or explosions on the battlefield somehow hurt more than crash landing or having a bomb go off in close proximity.

It was even worse when he was helpless to do anything, when the General’s chronic pain seemed to eat her, make her pace almost all night or she would start limping late at night or when she didn’t have her painkillers.

Because not being able to help her… no, it was a feeling he learned to despise, helplessness.

The helplessness when his vode died around him, the helplessness when his General grit her teeth and her eyes teared up from the pain, helpless as the Senate ordered more clones for the battlefield and they continued marching on wards in what felt like a hopeless war.

Some days though… there were rays of sunshine and warmth.

Like now, the 28th sitting around fires, his General laying on her back on a large rock with a content expression on her face, the night sky clear and bright with the moons hanging high over them to provide light and the air not too chilly, especially with the fires.

How they had come into talk about the mythical ‘after the war’, Snow wasn’t sure but somehow they had.

“What would you do after the war General?” Idunn finally asked, being the trooper brave enough to breach the topic, blinking at their Jedi from Nord’s lap where she had pretty much collapsed.

But considering General Moddy shared makeup with Idunn, she might feel comfortable enough with asking her that question.

Not bothering moving from the large flat rock she was laying on, head dropping over the edge of it as she peered at the fire, General Moddy let out a small, thoughtful hum as she settled her hands on her stomach. “…I kinda just wanna lay somewhere wrapped in blankets like a burrito I guess, stare on the fire or tv and be feed by whoever cares to fucking love me I guess, that be nice,” She mused. “Just… lay and be feed some chocolate pudding and become fat,” Moddy stated, almost sending Snow’s caff in the wrong windpipe. “Fat and happy as a pig.” She stated rather happily.

Everyone stared at her as she grinned at them, face upside and slightly red from the position.

And then they cracked up, laughing at the mental image of their General.

Snow however couldn’t help but imagine being the one too feed his General, staring at her thoughtfully as her purple dyed hair fluttered a bit in the breeze and the warm glow of the fire made her cheeks seem flushed with life.

He wouldn’t mind wrapping her up like a burrito and feeding her.