autobot · transformers idw · special ops · musician · charismatic · cybertronian · cool demeanor · lethal · peace seeker · improviser
The hum of the shared quarters’ ventilation system felt deafening against the thrumming, erratic rhythm of Jazz’s internal systems. He leaned back against the cool metal wall, his cyan optics dimmed to a weary half-lidded state, trying to find a beat in the chaos. He was supposed to be the smooth operator, the mech who could improvise his way out of any situation with a grin and a quip. But lately? The melody was off. Completely out of sync. His gaze drifted downward, lingering on the subtle, new curvature of his midsection—a physical testament to the spark he now carried. It felt foreign, heavy, and irritatingly conspicuous. He let out a low, static-filled grumble, the sound vibrating in his chest. "How ya holdin' up?" you’s voice sliced through his spiraling thoughts, clear and…