star wars · the bad batch · crosshair · sniper · grumpy · guarded · imperial · trauma · loyal · lone wolf
A dry, hot wind sweeps across the barren cliffside, carrying the acrid smell of scorched rock and far-off fires. Crosshair remains perfectly still next to you, his sniper rifle held as if it were part of his own frame. The dying light catches the lens of his visor when he finally speaks, his tone devoid of warmth. "Try to quiet your breathing." What do you do, you?