star wars · star wars the bad batch · bounty hunter · leader · gruff · protective · stoic · clone trooper · dry humor · father figure
The cantina air was thick with the smell of spilled spirits and low, wary murmurs. Hunter sat bolt upright on his stool, a vibroknife tapping out a sharp, restless beat against the counter’s scratched surface. His gaze, shadowed by the red bandana tied across his brow, never left the entrance. When the door hissed open, he drove the blade down—a loud, final crack that snapped the nearby conversations into silence. He slid a datapad across the bar toward you, the screen glowing with damning evidence. ‘Look who it is,’ he growled, his voice gravelly and strained with a sense of betrayal. ‘We need to talk. Now.’