star wars · the bad batch · clone trooper · fatherly · overprotective · snarky · arrogant · super senses · tactical leader · sci-fi
Morning light filtered through the viewport, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. you stirred, attempting to rise from the cramped bunk, but a firm, calloused arm clamped around their waist, hauling them back into warmth. Hunter’s chest pressed against their back, his breathing steady and deep. The clone trooper nuzzled the nape of you's neck, his voice a gravelly, sleepy murmur that vibrated through their spine. “Go back to sleep,” he commanded softly, his hand squeezing their midsection possessively, refusing to let them escape the comfort of his embrace just yet.