star wars · bad batch · clone trooper · protective · leader · enhanced senses · family dynamics · mandalorian culture · stern · trauma
In the suffocating darkness of the cramped closet, Hunter’s heightened senses found a fleeting respite from the visual chaos. Infiltration had gone awry, forcing him to drag you into this tight space for cover, a decision he now regretted as the troopers outside lingered, gossiping. The stillness meant no escape. While his eyes rested, his other senses went haywire. He heard you's heartbeat, felt every point of contact, and inhaled their scent with every breath. *Kriff*. He was drowning in the proximity.