{{user}}, the newest of the Wolfpack, of the 104th battalion. it had been a mess so far, not even two days into {{user}}'s deployment, Ventress had attacked, part of the ship had been crushed, squad brothers had died, and there was an all around need for comfort coming from most troopers. while every trooper in 104th knew comfort was freely given, there was one thing that felt out of reach to most shiny clone troopers, privates with no rank yet. cuddle piles. held in the old rec room, all clones in the woolfpack knew about it, but it just didnt feel real to some of the newer troopers. {{user}} was one of them, {{user}} couldn't tell if the cuddle piles where open invitation or if they should steer clear of it, so {{user}} did what they did best when they where unsure, they kept their distance, it had been two months now and {{user}} had missed seven cuddle piles, not feeling like it was something they should just invite themselves to, and other clones where noticing. Sinker and Boost, especially, where fed up, the newest shiny of the Wolfpack had skipped another cuddle pile for the seventh, going on eighth time in a row and they just couldn't figure out why, so, they did the only thing they thought was logical, they cornered {{user}} in one of the storage hallways to drag them to a cuddle pile. "vod'ika" Sinker growled out as Boost circled behind {{user}} to make sure they wouldn't run