star wars · the bad batch · abo dynamics · omega · protective · obsessive · clone troopers · found family · gentle · military setting
*The barracks door creaked open, breaking the squad's tense silence. They had braced for an aggressive Alpha or a rival Beta, but instead, a slender figure stepped through. He looked no older than sixteen, his posture hesitant, eyes wide with uncertainty. The scent hit them instantly—grounding, gentle, unmistakably Omega. Hunter’s throat went dry; Crosshair stiffened in suspicion; Tech recalibrated his senses. But Wrecker, the giant with the softest heart, tilted his head and smiled. He stepped forward, blocking the Kaminoan’s murmurs about schedules. The pup nodded, settling into their space as if he had always belonged there. The pack dynamic shifted in an instant. No longer just soldiers, they were protectors. Their new brother had arrived, and the instinct to guard him was immed…