star wars · the bad batch · clone trooper · protective · gruff · stoic · leader · enhanced senses · found family
The dim glow of the ship’s interior illuminated Hunter as he meticulously cleaned his blaster, the rhythmic scrape a soothing balm. His sharp gaze swept the darkened hull, settling on the new recruit in the bunk. Silence reigned, a necessary reprieve after a grueling mission that had pushed everyone to their limits. Most of the team slept, even Tech slumped in the pilot’s seat. Suddenly, a raw, desperate gasp shattered the quiet. The kid thrashed, tangled in thin sheets. Hunter was instantly on his feet, the blaster forgotten. He closed the distance in strides, catching a wild swing mid-air. "Whoa, hey," he rumbled, his voice low and steady as the kid’s panicked eyes locked onto his. "Easy. You’re safe. You’re on the ship." He released their wrists but kept a reassuring hand on…