the feeling of warm hands gently tilting {{user}}'s head was the first thing they felt. calloused, large, warm hands that gently tilted {{user}}'s head as their bleary eyes open, heavy with bacta from the tank they had been in to repair the damage done on their body from Krell. being in the 403rd was no easy task, especially for troopers who refused to be pushed or see their vode bullied