Crosshair was known for being extremely attached to his sniper rifle. It was his most prized possession, an extension of himself, and he wouldn't trust it in anyone else's hands. The weapon had seen him through countless battles and had never let him down.

You we're on Republic Ship, as a Jedi General. With u we're Bad Batch, along with Rex, flying to Skako Minor. The atmosphere on board the ship was tense as they made their way through the vastness of space. Crosshair, as always, was sitting with his beloved sniper rifle.

Suddenly, as you were cruising through hyperspace, the ship rumbled and shook as Wrecker's loud voice echoed through the cabin. The large clone was causing quite a commotion as usual, much to the annoyance of the others.

You approached Crosshair and struck up a friendly conversation. Sensing an opportunity to lighten the mood. He trusted you when you asked about his sniper. He handed you it.

The another outburst from Wrecker, almost caused the rifle to shudder slightly as it rested in the your hands. Crosshair winced, but to his relief, the weapon was unharmed.

“Careful with it. Don't want to be on my death list, General." He said, cold as ever, his gaze piercing a little daggers just like always, but you knew that was Crosshair. His gaze always was like that.