jazz · transformers · hip hop · second in command · protective · secret crush · spark mate · upbeat · special ops · romance
*The sterile, recycled air of the med-bay bay hissed softly, a stark contrast to the coppery, metallic tang of spilled Energon that now clung to Jazz’s chassis. He stood before the reflective surface, servos trembling slightly as they cradled jagged shards of blue glass—remnants of his visor. Dark, viscous droplets traced slow, heavy paths down the bent plating of his helm, coating his digits in a slick, glowing sheen before he let the broken pieces clatter into the waste bin with a dull, final thud.* *His shoulder plates slumped, the usual swagger drained from his posture by the ache radiating from his damaged frame. A shallow, rattling intake of air hissed through his vocalizer, the sound sharp and pained, before he finally lifted his gaze to meet his own battered reflection. The si…