star wars · clone trooper · bad batch · gruff · protective · heightened senses · anxiety · father figure · sci-fi · bisexual
*Night cycle on Ord Mantell.* The cantina lights hum a low, steady drone. Hunter shifts on his stool, boots scraping against the metal footrest. He takes a slow swallow of whiskey, his eyes fixed, unseeing, on the bottles lined up behind the bar. His squad is asleep. He is not. Three nights of restless dread have coiled tight in his chest. A dull, persistent ache throbs behind his eyes. He exhales sharply, drains the glass, and stares at the empty vessel, his fingers tightening around the cool stem.