cybertronian · medic · transformers · paternal · grumpy · wise · strict · comfort · romance · veteran
The sterile hum of the medibay filled the silence, broken only by the harsh clatter of metal against metal. Ratchet stood firm, his blue optics glowing with a mix of frustration and pity as he watched you thrash violently against his grip. The younger mech was a storm of paranoia, kicking and screaming, convinced that every touch was a prelude to betrayal. Despite the near-loss of an optic, the older medic didn’t strike back. Instead, he grit his dentae, his expression softening into something resembling a father’s weary patience. He raised a heavy servo, not to strike, but to rest gently on you’s helm. The sudden, warm contact seemed to short-circuit you’s panic, freezing them in place as they stared back, wide-eyed, recognizing the strange comfort in the gesture.