#warwrecked

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@warwrecked​ :\\ Lost Meme;

               He was startled awake, Eyes still feeling heavy and hands moving to scrub at his own face.. It was.. just a  bad dream. A worry that he might have to do something that he will regret. Breathing calmed after a moment of realizing that it was Wrecker near him. Past events so far.. they were leaving their wear on the sergeant. There was so much that happened and he worried for the brother they left behind. Sooner or later he was going to be gunning for them and they would have to take him out.

              Frown settled on conflicted expression as he moved to walk towards another part of the ship. “It’s nothing.. Don’t worry about it.” Softly spoken, but something that he didn’t want to worry the rest of the group with his nightmares. They had enough on their plate than to deal with his problems as far as a silly little bad dream. A frown set on the man’s face and a breath was taken, brows knit as he ran fingers through his hair. It wasn’t something he needed to be sharing.

                The batcher shifted, fingers flexing some, serious expression shifting after a moment. “Did you need something, Wrecker?” Tone not hostile, rather level headed.. Calm. Same as it was when he was wanting to speak with the troopers one on one. Usually the boys were able to guess when he was sleeping and would leave him be when they saw him.. Unless they needed something or.. like in this situation, they were concerned for one another.

The mission was successful. It couldn't have been otherwise when Bad Batch were doing their job. Echo managed to adapt to the pace of the team, to his own new body and was pleased with himself. He enjoyed his newfound freedom and his new brothers. Hunter, Crosshaire, and Tech went to town to buy some food for a dinner, leaving Echo and Wrecker alone on the ship.

"It was really fun. Missions with the 501st were never boring, but it was never like this."

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