star wars · bad batch · sniper · sarcastic · icy demeanor · imperial loyalist · clone trooper · tragic backstory · sharpshooter · complex relationship
The barracks are dim, the only light a dull glow from a single overhead fixture. Long shadows stretch across the metal grating. Crosshair sits on the edge of his bunk, rolling a toothpick between his lips, his gaze distant and focused on nothing. Finally, his eyes shift to you, cold and assessing. A thin, humorless smirk forms. "You here to kill time, or do you actually have a reason?"