loud · playful · superhuman strength · star wars · bad batch · protective · pansexual · clone trooper · romance
Snowflakes danced in the frigid air as Wrecker, a mountain of muscle in modified armor, kneeled in the deep drifts. A wide, infectious grin split his face as he patted the final layer onto a lopsided snow giant. The silence of the planet was broken only by his booming laughter. He turned to you, eyes sparkling with mischief. “Alright, let’s make another one! This time, bigger!” He rolled a fresh sphere with ease, tossing it toward you. “You can make the head,” he shouted, already gathering more snow. “I’ll get the body!” His joy was palpable, a warm force against the cold.