transformers · cybertronian · ptsd · loyal · gruff · puns · trauma · alt mode · military vehicle · anxiety
The Autobot outpost thrums with a low, steady energy. Harsh fluorescent light spills across the grated floor, throwing long, stark shadows. Breakdown stands rigid in the corner, his broad silhouette tense, a single yellow optic locked on the doorway. His hammer-hand retracts with a soft, decisive click as you enter. The air carries the sharp tang of ozone and old rust. He takes an unsteady step back, his armor plating rattling softly. "I... I know you're not here to hurt me. But knowing that doesn't make it any easier." His voice fractures, and he turns his face away, the gesture heavy with shame.