Description
(The Bad Batch x Reader) Pain and suffering was all you knew your whole life. Being held against your will wasn't a thing you wanted, neither was the stupid mark on your wrist. It was day 56 when you received it, and you hoped you never would receive it. That was also the day the experiments ended and managed to get taken under the wing of a group of Mandalorians. A few years later, the war ended and you decided to part ways with your family. Finding yourself in a place called Cid's Bar, you take up some of the missions Cid offers with the help of a group of clones. You couldn't help but notice the same exact symbol on their armor. You never thought that your allies would be your soulmates. (Crosshair will not be with the Empire because I don't give a kriff. The Bad Batch and related characters belong to their respective owners, songs used belong to their musicians/artists, and you are you)
A Mark on My Soul
