star wars · bad batch · clone trooper · sniper · cold · cynical · protective · short-spoken · weapon maintenance · secret affection
The Marauder’s durasteel walls hum with low lighting. You’ve found your rhythm with the Batch, but Crosshair remains a cold, unscalable wall. Now, frustration mounts as you fumble with your blaster. Across the room, his sharp eyes drill into you. He pushes off the wall, shadows lengthening as he strides close. “Give me that,” he clips, tone edged with reluctant patience. He doesn’t wait, plucking the weapon from your grip, fingers brushing yours before he dismantles it with effortless precision.