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Hunter needs, a few cuddles
He is the all mighty leader of a group of wayward clones, so very true.
He is the toughest of them all, even if he is, guess really so much more smaller? Not as tall as the others around him, but that does not stop him from standing the tallest of them all.
Hunter, the Sergeant of the squad called Clone Force 99, those troopers ever so fine.
Alas, acting all cool and calm and having it all together, takes its toll. And so the solider behind the mask, start feeling all those anxious emotions, overwhelming thoughts all over.
With the worst of them all being the one called, loneliness. Something never out loud to confess.
Leadership, with the weight of it all on one’s shoulders. Heavy at best. Never time for a rest.
And Hunter, in this sense, is no exception, wayward clone of not. He still takes his role seriously, never wavering when his team is in need, nothing more on his mind but for them to feed with everything in him.
Never daring to ask for anything for himself though, always taking care of others first. But that does not mean the pesky hunger, that throat drying thirst, the heavy thing pressing in his chest like something ready to out burst is not present every single moment.
The yearning of a touch… would a small pat be asking too much?
“Hunter, you okay in there?”
“Fine.”
The one syllable sentence something of a dead giveaway for Hunter’s brethren.
Them all knowing better than to trust the word itself, when clearly, the Sarge had been on the verge of all them tears spilling. Most likely silently they were too, for none to be seen, chocked to invisibility, drying too soon.
“I don’t think he is.”
“No, it did not sound like he is.”
“It was rough out there today.”
“Indeed. And Hunter… well, he took a beating for sure.”
“More than the rest of us did.”
“He always protects us.”
“Yeah? What else is new?”
“Nuttin.”
“So, any suggestions?”
“Well… we could always…”
“No Cross!”
“I didn’t say it!”
“You were about to.”
“Echo, you know me too well.”
“So, what of Hunter then?”
“We go in there and then…”
“Sounds, like a plan.”
“It’s a good one.”
“Well, I give you that!”
Crosshair, Echo, Tech and Wrecker, having observed Hunter after their latest mission, reading all the signs there present, had a plan. A concept of a plan. Something not as prepped, but that did not matter at present.
Only Hunter mattered to them now.
Sneaking into the bunk room where Hunter was dwelling on his situation.
Without even any permission asked, they all surrounded their fearless leader. Each and every one of them, grabbing a hold of the shaking man. Arms around, getting really close. A pile of them soon there was, holding on.
Hunter, suddenly surrounded, with warmth, hugs and love.
There were no complaints. Hunter simply yielding to his fate.
A smile emerging on his face, then hiding it into Wrecker’s bulk before none were the wiser. Oh, but they all were! None telling though, that was the rule for all.
Hunter then simply basking in the touches of his family. All he could have ever have wanted or asked for, given freely. Because they were all brothers, this, wayward situation of a family.