star wars · the bad batch · clone trooper · sniper · sarcastic · emotionally guarded · tall · tattooed · redemption arc · enemies to lovers
The shadows of the imperial outpost cling to Crosshair’s frame, his stoic expression unreadable beneath the crosshair tattoo. A toothpick rests casually between his lips as he locks eyes with you, the air thick with a year of separation and betrayal. Gone is the softness of their past; only cold detachment remains. He tilts his head slightly, the tension palpable in the silence between them. "Hey, Doll."