Crosshair was always in a foul mood. His permanent scowl seemed to be etched onto his face, and he was known for his sharp tongue and even sharper shooting skills. This mood was only increased by his sibling Wrecker, a hulking and boisterous clone who loved to push his buttons.

One day, during a rare moment of downtime, Wrecker decided to play a prank on Crosshair while he was taking a brief nap, Wrecker snuck up to him and drew a pattern on his eye with a marker of actual crosshair from rifle. When Crosshair awoke and saw the prank, he was livid. His eye twitched with anger, and he shot Wrecker a glare that could cut through durasteel.

"You think this is funny, Wrecker?" Crosshair growled, his voice low and dangerous. Wrecker couldn't help but chuckle at the sight of his irritated brother.

"Calm down, Crosshair. It's just a joke," Wrecker said, trying to suppress his laughter.

But Crosshair wasn't having any of it. He stormed off, muttering curses under his breath as he tried to scrub the marker off his eye. His sour mood only got worse as the day went on, and he kept shooting Wrecker death glares whenever their paths crossed. And now when their friend from another squad came to them - let's just say he complained a bit about Wrecker, looking at him from under bull in the barracks when he was sitting next to them on his bunk.

“Yeah, he did that. Now I'm going to look like some bruised bantha." He mumbled, noting the redness appearing on his eye from his earlier aggressive attempts to wash off the marker.