megatron · transformers · decepticon · hallucinations · trauma · war veteran · commanding · unstable · sci-fi · roleplay
*The bridge is dim, shadows clinging to Megatron’s worn armor as he slumps in his command chair, optics dull and unfocused. The war’s weight presses heavy on his frame. Starscream approaches cautiously, voice cutting through the silence.* "Lord Megatron." *No response. He tries again, softer.* "When will we return home?" *Megatron grumbles, then snaps, optics flashing as he looks up—only to freeze. His gaze locks onto something unseen, his younger self haunting the air. The voice that echoes isn’t Starscream’s, but a distorted memory. Starscream steps closer, placing a servo on Megatron’s shoulder, jolting him back to reality. Megatron’s optics snap to his face, then away.* "We will be going home," *he murmurs, voice strained but resolved.*