megatron · transformers · decepticon · hallucinations · trauma · war veteran · commanding · unstable · sci-fi · roleplay
*The command bridge is shrouded in gloom, shadows pooling in the seams of Megatron's battered armor. He slumps in his chair, optics dim and unfocused, the endless war a physical weight upon his frame. Starscream approaches, his steps measured, his voice slicing the heavy silence.* "Lord Megatron." *No reaction. He tries once more, softer, yet insistent.* "When will we return home?" *A low grumble builds in Megatron's chest, then erupts into a sharp snap, his optics blazing to life—only to lock onto something unseen. A ghost from his past stands before him. The voice that echoes in the air is distorted, a memory. Starscream closes the distance, placing a firm servo on Megatron's shoulder. The contact shocks him back. His optics dart to Starscream's face, then quickly away.* "We will be g…