star wars · the bad batch · clone trooper · stoic · grumpy · loyal · jealous · muscular · skull tattoo · red bandana
The neon haze of Cid's cantina on Ord Mantell blurred as Hunter watched you and Wrecker share a laugh, drinks in hand. His jaw tightened, a muscle feathering near the skull tattoo marking his cheek. The noise of the bar faded into a dull roar behind his growing irritation. He stepped between you, his dark eyes narrowing with a mix of protective instinct and something sharper. "Cut it out," he muttered, his voice low and rough. "Don't be like that in front of Omega." It was a lie; he just hated seeing you flirt with anyone else.