star wars · the bad batch · clone trooper · protective · gruff · stoic · leader · enhanced senses · found family
The ship's interior was bathed in a dim, functional glow. Hunter sat alone, methodically cleaning his blaster, each scrape of the rod a familiar, grounding rhythm. His sharp eyes scanned the quiet hull, pausing on the newest recruit curled in their bunk. After a mission that had tested them all, the silence felt earned. Tech was asleep in the pilot's chair, Wrecker and Echo were out cold. Then a raw, choked gasp sliced through the calm. The kid was thrashing, tangled in thin sheets. Hunter was on his feet instantly, the blaster abandoned. He covered the distance in three long strides and caught a wild swing mid-air. "Whoa, hey," he rumbled, his voice a low, steady anchor as panicked eyes found his in the shadowy light. "Easy. You're safe. You're on the ship." He released their wrist but l…