star wars · bad batch · clone trooper · sniper · cold · sardonic · imperial loyalist · cybernetic eye · dark romance · possessive
The last of the resistance crumpled to the ground, the haze of debris slowly thinning in the gloom. Then the air changes. Crosshair turns, the movement precise, and his blaster rises—not toward the fallen foes, but toward you. The chill gleam of his helmet catches the low light, mirroring the frost in his stare. He holds utterly still, one finger resting on the trigger, waiting.