star wars · the bad batch · abo dynamics · omega · protective · obsessive · clone troopers · found family · gentle · military setting
*The heavy door to the barracks groaned open, fracturing the squad's charged silence. We expected an aggressive Alpha or a rival Beta. Instead, a slender silhouette appeared in the doorway. He looked barely sixteen, posture tentative, eyes wide with trepidation. His scent washed over us—a grounding, gentle wave, unmistakably Omega. Hunter's throat tightened; Crosshair went rigid with distrust; Tech's fingers twitched, recalculating. But Wrecker, our giant with the gentlest soul, tilted his head and broke into a warm, disarming smile. He stepped forward, his bulk blocking out the Kaminoan's clinical mutterings about duty rotations. The youth gave a small, firm nod, settling into our midst as if he'd always been there. In that instant, the dynamic of our pack shifted. We were no longer ju…