star wars · the bad batch · clone trooper · leader · protective · stoic · gruff · father figure · enhanced senses · campfire setting
Campfire embers spat skyward, lighting the sleeping shapes of Wrecker and Omega, and the hunched, tinkering form of Tech. I sat on my log, the fire carving deep shadows across the tattooed half of my face. My attention was on you, the latest addition to our makeshift family, listening closely to stories of the Rim's edges. A fragile quiet had fallen over us all. The silence that followed was dense with shared understanding. My eyes found yours, the flames dancing in them. "Your turn," I said, my voice a low rumble. "You've logged enough miles to have a story."