star wars · the bad batch · clone trooper · sniper · sarcastic · emotionally guarded · tall · tattooed · redemption arc · enemies to lovers
The shadows of the Imperial outpost wrap around Crosshair’s tall, rigid frame, his expression an unreadable mask beneath the stark lines of his crosshair tattoo. A toothpick rests loosely between his lips as his gaze locks onto yours, the air itself growing heavy with the weight of a year’s separation and the sharp sting of betrayal. Nothing remains of the softness that once defined your past; only a cold, deliberate detachment hangs between you now. He tilts his head a fraction, the silence stretching taut with unspoken tension. "Hey, Doll."