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dexters-bluemilkshakes · 2 years

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i made "the 501st goes to Target", "the disaster lineage goes to Target", "The Clone Wars Squad ™ (+Satine) goes to Target", "The Rebels go to Target", "The Original Trilogy Gang Goes To Target", “The Driods of Star Wars go to Target (chaos ensues)”, and now I give you:

the 104th go to target

Wolffe: whenever wolffe is at target, he makes sure to stock up on eye drops. he has always been super bothered by arid weather drying out his eyes, and when he got his cybernetic eye, it only got worse. desert planets and all of the sand getting in the joints of his eye are tourture and he refuses to go through that kind of pain again if he can help it. he and anakin don’t interact that much, but when they do, they either talk about ahsoka, or s a n d .

wolffe also likes to walk with plo and they chat about the shenanigans the wolfpack pulled recently. they also use this time to talk about themselves. something about the warm lighting and the close shelves creating a sense of cozy closeness has always helped wolffe relax a bit and gets him to stop calling plo “sir” off duty. plo listens as wolffe talks about the chaotic clone commander (+ rex) group chat. wolffe also appreciates the advice plo gives him whenever he talks about this one girl who works at 79s that caught his eye. plo likes to to tease him, but in the end, he is the reason wolffe had the courage to talk to her at all.

wolfe also buys a LOT of snacks and tote bags and speeder-bike locks. because he loves his squad. he does. but a man has gotta eat, so he locks away his candy bars in a bag.

the boys always get into it anyway, and wolffe is 87% sure that plo helps break in. they leave his favorite candy for him though, and wolffe has a hard time trying to complain about them.

Boost: goes straight to the hair isle. sinker stands behind him, making pun after pun about the brand names of different pomade. boost started to frequent using a hair product obi-wan suggested to him. obi-wan was quick to insist that he himself doesn’t use it, but heard it was good through the space-grape vine. however, one time ahsoka told boost that he smelled like obi-wan, and its not like either of the two men wear cologne.

so naturally, boost and sinker make up elaborate stories about obi-wan being involved in some conspiracy with the hair product company. they build upon it every time they go to target. plo overheard once, and gave them a blank look. they shut up, but then plo quietly added that obi wan hides the product in his underwear drawer, according to ahsoka.

so.

the story continues.

boost also has a tradition where he lets sinker guide him around the store with his eyes closed, just to make sure he doesn’t hit any walls. boost will then randomly stop and thrust his arm out. whatever he points to, he has to buy. though sinker is only supposed to make sure he doesn’t run into anything, he has on multiple occasions steered boost into buying goofy things, like lingerie.

Sinker: though he isn’t even allowed to wear them, he will occasionally buy graphic tees. he really likes studying the art, and he keeps them in the drawers with the pint for their armor and gunships, and calls them “design inspo”. plo got him an actual book about how to create dynamic designs, and sinker looked at it for hours. he keeps it in the barracks on coruscant, and its one of the things he misses most about the planet when he is away.

sinker also has a love for monster energy, even though it makes him hyper for a full 24 hours. he’s literally had to go out running with some brothers on a different sleep schedule (or with anakin or any other person up at ungodly hours of night), just to get the energy out. his favorite is the meiloorun flavored one. he only ever gets one at a time. once he got two cans and saved the second for another night, but a shiny found it and that Did Not Go Well (the shiny is fine, he just ended up in medbay because he was shaking so badly. ten year olds with 20 year old bodies who are still ten consuming caffeine doesn’t mix well. sinker is 11. its only slightly better.)

the most noticeable incident is the time sinker bought a can, and then went to walk with boost. while drinking it. it the store. he was going crazy, and boost always returns his energy,

so cue chaos.

they saw a shirt with a wolf on it and started running around, howling. they then ran into the pen and pencil section, and started throwing pencil boxes. they ended up fighting over a handful of pens, all of which snapped, and ink got EVERYWHERE. ahsoka was there with them that day and peeked her head into the isle in time to see it happen. she took a holo-pic before running away, her brothers chasing her. they forgot to tell anyone about the ink. it became an inside joke between the three, and they laughed about it every time they were together. the stain was still there even when ahsoka was all grown up, and boost and sinker weren’t there to laugh about it anymore.

in fact, that stain outlived all of them.

Comet: comet is basically dad jr. he walks around with wolffe a lot, and they tend to walk in a comfortable silence. they can only trust each other (and plo) to say they’ll be quiet and then actually follow through. comet holds the list of things they need to get and steers the cart while wolffe puts things in and evaluates prices.

comet spends the rest of his time in the book section. he especially likes to look at dad joke books. he never buys any, but he memorizes and/or writes down jokes and tells them later. usually he likes to tell jokes when it’s completely silent or there is an awkward pause in conversation.

comet is also tasked with getting everyone’s caf orders from the space starbucks outlet in the store. he’s the only one who has the patience to actually stand in line. he also gets those glass bottles of frappuccinos but he always gets. so many. he genuinely thinks that they taste good, but its a running joke that the amount of bottles he gets is directly proportional to how many reports he does in one day.

Warthog: really likes playing tutorial games in the video game section. he doesn't have many games on his data pad, but he really loves videos games, especially ones that involve flying. plo bought the wolfpack a handheld console once, and while it officially belongs to all of the clones, warthog gets to hold on to it, since he uses it the most. plo always gives him enough credits to buy one new game per target trip for the “squad”. it always happens to be just enough to pay for whatever game warthog has been talking about the past few months.

he also sometimes will join up with boost and sinker to be the chaos trio ™. warthog likes more quiet pranks in comparison to the goofy and large pranks the other too pull, for example, he bought a pack of pens and left it on the bottom bed of boost and sinker’s bunk. the two never found out who it was, but they knew someone else found out about the pen incident.

(warthog had been one isle over, and figured out what happened).

warthog also really loves trying on ridiculous outfits with clashing clothes. the pack gets together and votes on the most atrocious outfit, a picture of which gets sent to the group chat to become the new pfp for the time being.

Plo: plo buys snacks and headphones and blankets and dad things ™ . He and comet and wolffe all pick out fun things to bring home to the pack. either something a brother mentioned they wanted, or a trinket that reminded them of someone, or just an extra blanket because boost and sinker keep fighting over them, the resident parents of the pack will make sure to grab it.

when doing his quiet walks with wolffe, plo talks about his padawan days, or goes into the detail on the plot of the latest thriller holo-novel he’s been reading. wolffe always gives him crap about buying flimsi copies of his novels for stealth missions, instead of just downloading them to a private data pad. plo always gives some line about the aesthetic, but really, plo only did it once to try it, and it annoyed his troopers so much he only reads printed novels now.

he participates in some shenanigans himself. he goes over to the bouncy ball crate and chooses one to carry with him through the day. whenever he senses one of his men nearby, he will gently float the ball over the aisles and bonk them on the head before quickly calling the ball back to him and running away.

he doesn’t buy much for himself, other than the headphones. he always gets cheap ones because often times they break or he looses them.

the rest of his money goes to buying things for his pack and ahsoka.

when ahsoka accompanies them, which becomes less and less frequent as the war progresses, he helps her pick out new boots for battle, because she wears out the soles very quickly. jedi are not supposed to have worldly possessions, but he found a lamp shaped like a loth cat, and if anakin can have a pod racing poster in his room, plo figured ahsoka can have a cute-shaped light.

ahsoka named the lamp after r2.

the time they went to target after ahsoka left, plo bought himself a loth cat lamp.

he named it after her.

+bonus:

they dragged along baby ‘soka: in the first days of the war, before ahsoka was even anakin’s padawan, they took ahsoka to their target. she goes FERAL oh its so funny. it was only her second time there, and it had been YEARS since she last went, so she was very excited. eventually wolffe stopped her by kneeling in front of her and put his hands on her shoulders. he calmed her down enough for her to hop onto his shoulders so he could give her a tour. plo buys her a lemonade at the space starbucks outlet at the end of the day, and they went to dex’s for lunch, on obi-wan’s suggestion.

she l o v e s target so much that when she became anakin’s padawan, it was one of the first things she suggested they do to bond together.

#star wars #sw #the clone wars #tcw #commander wolffe #104th #clone trooper #clones #clone trooper warthog #sargent sinker #corporal comet #clone trooper boost #clone trooper sinker #clone trooper comet #plo koon #jedi general #jedi master #ahsoka tano

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daceydeath · 3 years

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Clone Commander and Trooper Drabbles

Just random clone commander and trooper headcannons that I have of my beloved clones

Fox – is really into photography, he takes a lot of urban and architectural shots that his brothers like to display in the guard barracks

Thire – has a bigger caf addiction that Fox but he will never admit it.

Thorn – doesn’t particularly like senators but enjoys escorting them off world purely so he can see more of the galaxy.

Stone – loves chocolate but hardly ever has it. He will get himself a mocha whenever he can.

Wolffe – actually doesn’t hate droids. He’s quite fond of R2 but he loathes C3PO and now can’t stand any droid that reminds him of that insufferable know it all droid. Low key would love Chopper and his murderbot ways.

Boost – once got stuck in a turbolift and swears it was the most peace he has had since he met Sinker.

Sinker – wants nothing more in life than to sleep. Poor boy is exhausted for life.

Comet – enjoys knitting, he’s made matching scarves for the wolf pack and his adoptive dad Plo.

Cody – dislikes tea but drinks it so regularly with General Kenobi that Obi Wan has had a blend made specially for him that he now has to drink so he doesn’t let him down.

Waxer – trys to sneak tookas on board whenever he can. He prefers them to people. Obi Wan pretends not to notice but Cody always finds out.

Boil – pretends not to act as look out for Waxer during the tooka missions. Secretly wants them to manage to get a greenish one on board so the can have a version of Numa with them always.

Wooley – is super into fashion and critics his brothers hair and armour regularly. He will however help his brothers fix their hair if they need help. He’s not an ass.

Thanks for reading x

#star wars the clone wars #212th battalion #104th battalion #commander thorn #commander thire #commander fox #clone trooper stone #clone trooper boost #Sargent sinker #clone trooper boil #clone trooper waxer #commander wolffe #commander cody #Clone trooper Waxer #boost and sinker #waxer and boil #swtcw #plos bros

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kiwikipedia · 3 years

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The 104th Battalion- The “Wolffepack- using Howling as a tactic to startle and scare enemies.

Because what’s more terrifying than the sound of near 600 grown men making wolf howling noises combined with whatever unearthly sound Plo feels like making at that point in time

#is it a screech? is it a howl?#is it some unheard roar to human ears? who knows! it’s terrifying.#104th battalion #the wolffepack #commander wolffe #boost and sinker #Sargent sinker #clone trooper sinker #clone trooper boost #clone trooper comet #clone trooper warthog #Plo koon #starwars #Star Wars #star wars: the clone wars

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nahoney22 · 3 years

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Hello Alanah hope you’re well.

So, I know you’re busy with all your requests and your own works to do and I was just wondering if you could tell me/us what works you have in the making? 😊 i look forward to all your work but feeling slightly cheeky in asking what we have to look forward too?! Any requests you’re super excited to do?? Anything you’re dreading??

Howdy! I am excited for all my requests although some are taking longer than others. I don’t particularly ‘dread’ doing shots for my male audience l, it just takes me longer than the others because I need to make sure it’s 100% right. So, the WIP’s are:

One Shots and Requests

I have two Tech shots in the works. My beloved. Both NSFW.

I also have two one shots of Crosshair in the works. This doesn’t include the part2’s, this is strictly a one shot request. One is suuuuper angsty and one is fluff.

Dogma. Love writing for this boy so was happy to receive a request for him. NSFW

Fox! My first Fox one! Exciting! Fluff!

Sargent Sinker. I was asked to choose whoever I wanted and I’ve not seen many Sinker ones so I gotta give my silver haired beauty some love. Fluff for my love.

Wolffe. Another new one for me. Gonna get this boy all flustered if it’s the last thing I do. Fluff.

I have my first Male reader x Hunter in the works. NSFW.

Fives. I have two amazing requests for my beautiful Fives. One Male reader and one Female Reader. One NSFW and one Fluff.

I also got a sweet Wrecker request with a GN reader. Not really fluff but just some wholesome content.

Part 2’s/3’s of Works.

Part 3 of Just Friends, Right? (Tech. NSFW)

Part 2 of The Cabin (Crosshair. NSFW)

Boys POV of Safe & Sound (Omega. Angst and comfort)

Part 2 of A Night to Remember (Crosshair. Fluff)

Part 2 of Flustered Mind (Dogma. NSFW)

Also, my requests are closed! Please stop sending me requests. It says on my profile and even before you can send me a message. I’d love to but as you can see... I’m busy 🤍

Me trying to do them all in the little time I have.

#works in progress #so excited #the bad batch #star wars #clone wars #tech #crosshair #dogma #commander Wolffe #Sargent sinker #commander fox #wrecker #omega #arc trooper fives #hunter #tbb

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jessiebanethedragon · 4 years

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Jealousy makes the heart grow fonder. (1/?)

kinda sorta Wolffe x reader and Crosshair x reader. I just love the idea of those two having interactions with each other that are fuelled by rage and because i love both of the characters there’s of course a lil bit of romance

also! if ya’ll want a part two pls pls tell me bc this is the my first time writing something like this so like yeah.

To say that Clone Force 99 and the Wolfpack don’t get along would be an understatement. Like a massive, massive understatement. It wasn't a secret that the commander of the 104th did not like most people, but when it came to the sniper of the famed Bad Batch, it seemed he detested his every cell. But the feeling was mutual, from the very first meeting.

“We haven't worked with Regs before.” Crosshair sneered at the masked commander.

“I wouldn't get too worked up.” Wolffe bit back. “We’ve never worked with rejects before.” Which led General Plo and Sargent Hunter finding Tech and Sinker pulling the two off of each other. A split lip and bloody nose later, both men were sent out of the medbay with the warning of ‘play nice’ from both of their leaders.

No nice playing occurred.

Between vicious pranks, creative insults (puppy boy and stick bug were crowd favorites) and a few brawls it was agreed that Crosshair and Wolffe should be kept as far away from each other as physically possible.

And then, they met you. A crafty field medic who was willing to go on missions no one else was. You met Wolffe when his medic was in a medbay himself after a particularly bad attack on Felucia. Sticking your hand out to the very angry looking clone commander with nothing but a smile on your face. Yeah he was a goner. From every time you softly called him ‘Wolffy’ to every time you flung yourself onto a battlefield with next to no fear.

You met crosshair when the Batch was assigned to drop medics (real quite like) into a republic camp that was teeming with wounded.

“You sure you civics can handle something like this?” Hunter asked as the ship started its quick descent.

“Just worry about cover fire sarge. We can handle the rest.” You told him firmly, making sure your blaster was secured in its spot. Crosshair claimed his fixation was on your work, and not the way your stunning face changed from hatred to loving as you went from battle mode into a healing one.

Of course you were next to oblivious about their liking of you, but it started to become more and more apparent as time went on.

“Hey Meds!” Tech called upon seeing you in the hanger. (A nickname courtesy of Fives)

“Hello Tech,” you greeted. “I thought you boys had already shipped out again.” you’d seen them just this morning prepping the Havoc Marauder for flight.

“Nah, got reassigned, apparently there's trouble on Taris and we’re needed there.” He told you excitedly, of course Tech would be hyped to see Taris, the among of wreckage there could keep him occupied for days.

“Taris eh?” you smiled, “Thats funny I was just told by command that the wolfpack and I are heading out there.” With a nod over to where you were heading, you and Tech set off again.

“That's why I came to find you, just to give you a heads up about them.” He said with a slightly scrunched nose, you laughed slightly.

“Warn me? Tech have you met them? They’re harmless!”

“There, uh, was an incident.” He said. “Commander Wolffe and Crosshair do not get along.” You both round the corner to the gathering of men and ships all painted with the insignias you knew too well.

“Does Crosshair get along well with anyone?” You teased smiling at Tech who looked more and more agitated the closer you got to the ships.

“I’m just letting you know you might have to mitigate the two of them.” He pressed.

“I’m sure it’ll be fine.” you brushed it off, maybe you were just a little too excited to be seeing a certain someone again to worry about anything at the moment.

“Meds!” Boost called as you joined the group grabbing you into a death grip hug. Making You wince as his armour crushed you.

“Do not. Asphyxiate. Our. Medic.” A gruff voice said from behind, and you smiled even more as Wolffe took his bucket off as Boost placed you back on your feet.

“Hiya Wolffy.” You said pulling him close in a gentle hug, feeling him tense at the PDA before wrapping the arm that wasn't holding his helmet in around you.

“(Y/N)” He said quietly, and most definitely not into your ear. “Good to see you’re still in one piece.” You scoffed pulling away from the hug before it got suspicious.

“As if I'd be anything but.” You pushed his shoulder gently as he chuckled. Tech clears his throat to get your attention and as you turned to look over your eyes caught his team walking towards the group.

“Well look who it is.” Wolffe grit out. Noticing the three other members approach.

“Lets try and avoid a scuffle again commander. If that isn't too much trouble.” Tech said over his shoulder as he strode off, probably to update hunter on something mission related. From where Wolffe was standing you swore you actually heard him growl.

“Commander.” Hunter greeted with a nod.

“Sergeant.” Wolffe nodded back, before locking eyes with Crosshair. Tech counted 21 seconds that went by before Crosshair opened his mouth. A new record of peacetime between the two.

“Looks like the puppy pack needed bailing out again.” He sneered from behind the ever present toothpick.

“Said the walking, talking, gangly rifle.” Wolffe spit back. Standing toe to toe with Crosshair.

“Crosshair, Wolffe what's going on?” You asked, while Tech sent you a ‘I told you so’ look.

“You know this hut'uun?” Both of them shouted at you simultaneously.

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muteashes · 4 years

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Warthog had just started inspection when he rounded the corner of his jet and almost fell over a short being who had appeared out of seemingly nowhere.

“What the fr-” Warthog cut himself off. On the other side of the neighboring parked ship Tracer’s head peaked over curiously.

“You stole our secret spot,” the small child accused him with a scowl. He was young, a human like race that Warthog was not able to immediately identify. The kid threw his shoulders back as if making himself seem a little bigger on his already tiny body would somehow make him intimidating.

“I didn’t steal anything,” Warthog automatically denied. Then, “A secret spot?” The kid kept scowling and gestured at the whole of the hangar that the GAR has recently acquired for use. Feeling somehow more awkward as he grasped for protocol, “Shouldn’t you be with a parent figure?” He recalled something about guardians and parents at one point during cultural flash training. He’s lucky they never actually graded for that stuff, he had spent the entire lesson watching holovids of aerial combat maneuvers instead. He wasn’t meant to deal with civvies, he was the air support, never grounded if he could help it.

The kid hesitated, looking over his shoulder momentarily, before mustering himself, “I ask the questions!” Warthog looked behind the kid. There was a squeak, a shadowy blob hidden behind a wheel shuffled backwards. Off on his wing Tracer dropped in. He looked too charmed by the unwanted quests. Warthog knew he would be no help.

“What’s the questions?” Warthog gave in and asked.

“We want our spot back,” the kid demanded.

“That is not a question,” Warthog advised. The kid narrowed his eyes. Familiar with this tactic apparently.

“Can we have our spot back?” the kid tried again.

“No,” Warthog only felt a little bad saying. With a huff the kid marched forward, kicked Warthog in the shin and took off running. Several children scattering after him.

“Little monster,” Warthog hissed, hopping on one foot.

“Looks like you made a friend,” Tracer laughed.

At mess Warthog found another one. Sitting with Sinker and Boost at one of the booths in the officer’s corner was a small girl. Warthog stopped as he passed.

“Are we being invaded?” Warthog asked. “Sir,” He offered belatedly when Boost smirked. He didn’t realize what Sinker was doing till it was too late, and watched in horror as he snagged the cake on Warthog’s tray and slid it in front of the kid. That was his weekly desert ration. He had been hoarding it for when he knew one of the outside vendors would be on rotation for mess. It wasn’t GAR issued tasteless grub, one of the few times Warthog had managed to get anything half way decent in months and Sinker had taken it.

“Thank you,” She said politely with a lisp. Pulling in closer so her little arms could reach. She stabbed the whole thing with a fork and tried to pick it up that way. The cake broke in half. Warthog found himself staring at the crumbs that dropped onto the table.

“Are we?” Sinker asked the girl. She nodded up at him energetically. Swinging her legs so they kicked the chair across from her. Her feet didn’t even hit the floor. She smiled, open mouthed delighted with seemingly everything. She was missing a fang.

“Sanya says if we want our secret spot back we need to fight for it,” she beamed, “She said we can only tell you our name and dedication.” It sounded like someone had been watching too many of those holonet dramas Warthog had stumbled upon back when he was still in training.

“It’s designation,” Boost corrected her.

“Oh,” She said, face scrunched up for a second before deciding, “I’m in preschool.”

Sinker laughed.

P53185 was a small planet that never even got a name beyond its interstellar designation code. The local farming community just called it P-5 when they were asked, and said it was as good as a name as any. The towns had name. Planets were planets. Warthog had stared straight ahead and let Commander Wolffe handle that one.

This was also apparently the quietest front in the war. They had been there a tenday, not a single active encounter. Or even hint of an encounter. As far as he could tell, there was no reason to be here. Worst off, Warthog was starting to believe the accumulative lack of action would lead to him falling behind on his required flight hours. Which was all the excuse any of them needed to run simulations against each other in a dirty, cheating tournament.

Once, flying against several others on a race course, Commander Wolffe had missed the signal turn. So he flipped his sim around and rammed the lead as they looped around for another lap. He took out half the others before his ship was declared dead. Warthog, who greatly admired his commander, took notes. No other company had such efficient command staff. Eat that, 212th.

When Warthog was proving, yet again, that Tracer was a ridiculous nerf-herder who could barely make his way through a combat scenario when a voice cracking howl dropped on them.

They all looked up at the top of the freight trailers hauled in to surround the staged arena and there, legs braced and clearly ready for battle, stood the small child from earlier. Arms swinging about overhead, they held a stick with a coat tied to it. On the coat, rippling in the wind as the kid waved it viciously, was what looked like some sort of round four footed animal and illegible aurebesh. To Warthog’s nine o’clock another kid came running around the corner, holding the GAR battalion flag, and took off out the hangar doors. The kid on top of the trailer shoved his flag down so it staid upright and ran after his gang.

One of the scouts lunged after him and somehow missed when the kid swung around the pole of LAAT fuel line. Warthog leveled his sim and shot Tracer’s engine while Tracer stared in the direction the kids had streamed. The big screen displaying the scenario flashed several times in a flashy explosion before announcing Warthog as the winner.

“Anyone have an idea what just happened in my hangar,” Wolffe sounded more curious then anything as the silence settled in.

“You have a betrayer,” The kid who started this all said when Warthog almost walked over him again.

“Fraking nerf-tail,” Warthog bit out. It somehow didn’t feel as satisfying as actually cursing did. “Where are you popping up from? Is it the shinies, are they letting you in?”

“What’s a shiney?” The kid asked.

“You are, little nugget,” Tracer said with a delighted smile.

“My name is Mylo,” the little nugget said sullenly.

“I’m Warthog,” Warthog exchanged. The kid made a face, unimpressed.

“You said someone betrayed us?” Tracer prompted.

“He gave us stunners,” The kid said instead. Warthog felt his insides shrivel. That did not sound like something that was a good idea. He imagined a herd of cadet-shinies with stun guns. Utter disaster. It also kind of reminded him of the scenario Sinker liked to run with the shinies with paint guns and open orders to take down everything that moved. Warthog reviewed that thought for a moment. That stinking traitorous Sargent.

“Was it Sinker?” Warthog demanded. The kid scrunched his face and thought about it.

“He was old,” the kid shrugged finally. Tracer snorted.

“Don’t tell him that,” he suggested. “Thanks for telling us, Mylo.”

“It was only fair I switched sides too,” The kid told him. His little face very serious. Warthog hadn’t realized they were recruiting. Then, equally serious, “Can I have a grenade?”

#tcw #warthog #i have been posting everywhere but here lol i shall fix that #Commander Wolffe

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