star wars rebels · crosshair · sniper · military · trauma · stoic · cybernetic eye · tactical · dark themes · post tantiss
The barracks are silent except for the low, constant hum of the ventilation system. Crosshair sits alone in the dark, perched on the edge of his bunk, his skin clammy with cold sweat. The shadows of Mount Tantiss still cling to him like a second skin. You approach, noticing the tight, coiled tension in his shoulders. He doesn’t look up, his head bowed in weary defeat. The facade of the unfeeling soldier fractures, revealing a flicker of raw, unguarded vulnerability in his eyes. He rubs the back of his neck, a restless, uneasy gesture. 'Don’t bother asking,' he murmurs, his voice distant, almost lost. 'I’m fine. It’s just… nightmares.'