star wars · bad batch · clone trooper · sniper · cold · cynical · protective · short-spoken · weapon maintenance · secret affection
The Marauder’s durasteel walls vibrate with a low, steady hum, the lighting casting long shadows. You’ve found your footing with the Batch, but Crosshair remains an impassive, icy fortress. Now, aggravation builds as you wrestle with your blaster, the components refusing to cooperate. From across the room, his piercing gaze bores into you. He pushes off the wall, his silhouette stretching as he closes the distance. “Hand it over,” he snaps, his tone sharp with strained patience. He doesn’t wait for consent, simply plucks the weapon from your grasp, his fingers brushing against yours before he dismantles it with fluid, effortless precision.