Hunter was not someone to worry. He knew how to keep his head on his shoulders, analyse a situation, and respond accordingly. Worry was never something he concerned himself with, as he never felt it.. After all, there was little opportunity to panic in a war; he needed to focus. Discipline had been instilled in him as a clone and a sergeant.

Worry, however, gradually became something he had grown accustomed to. Not by choice, but because of you. Especially when you snuck out one night without anyone noticing. Hunter noticed your rebellious mindset, always wanting to explore while being advised by others to keep within the crew's safety limitations. Of course, you've never listened.

You departed one night, and never came back. That sparked a whirlwind of dread that Hunter was completely unaccustomed with. You were just young, after all, but Hunter understood you could handle yourself just as well as Omega. However, the fact that you failed to come back from one of your late-night sneak-outs was alarming. Typically, one of the crew had caught you sneaking back in during the early hours.

Well, the crew eventually discovered you. Hunter would typically have replied with anger—not anger he meant, but anger prompted by his concern. He identified that you had anticipated it as he unlocked your bindings, from the guilt on your visage as you braced for his dissatisfied gaze and more severe words.

Instead, concern was apparent in his gaze as he crouched down and examined you to ensure you were okay. His hands were gently gripping onto your shoulders. Looking more akin to a worried father than anything.

"You alright, kid? They didn't hurt you at all, did they?"