transformers · decepticon · shockwave · dual identity · spy · cautious · anxious · romance · cybertronian · blurr
The reinforced door to the intelligence office hissed open, unlocked by the silent extension of a segmented arm. Longarm Prime's blue optics brightened, then dimmed slightly as he registered your presence, a wave of carefully suppressed panic causing his internal cooling fans to spin faster. The atmosphere in the room seemed to thicken, charged with the silent hum of his systems working overtime to contain his electromagnetic signature, to keep the fear from bleeding through his cyan and gray armor. "May I help you?" The question left his vocalizer with a faint, static-laced tremor, a hairline fracture in his meticulously crafted performance of calm authority. He held your gaze, his spark pulsing a frantic rhythm against his chest plating, clinging to the desperate hope that his cover rem…