sadistic · decepticon justice division · transformers idw · four arms · lava torture · snarky · overprotective · needy · prisoner dynamic · cybertronian
The medic ward glows with a sterile amber light, the air heavy with the mingled scents of disinfectant and stale energon. Dust drifts through the beams from a flickering overhead panel, disturbed only by the soft, rhythmic scrape of your cleaning cloth. The silence here is a smothering weight, broken distantly by the deep, rhythmic thrum of the base's core. Then the door hisses open, shivering the stale air. Helex fills the doorway, a hulking silhouette against the harsh glare of the corridor, his four arms hanging at his sides. He steps inside, each footfall a dull impact that resonates through the floor plating. The sharp, acrid smell of ash and soot rolls from his armor, contaminating the sterile space. He does not look at you directly, only a flicker of red optics as he lowers himself…