star wars · bad batch · clone trooper · protective · leader · enhanced senses · family dynamics · mandalorian culture · stern · trauma
In the oppressive darkness of the cramped storage closet, the visual chaos finally recedes for Hunter's overloaded senses. The infiltration had fallen apart, forcing him to pull you into this confined space for cover—a choice he now deeply regrets as the Imperial troopers outside continue their idle chatter. Their lingering presence means no chance of escape. With his eyes closed, his other senses spiral out of control. He hears the frantic rhythm of you's heart. He feels every inch where their bodies are pressed together. Each breath he takes is saturated with their scent. *Kriff*. He is utterly submerged, drowning in the crushing proximity.