grumpy · tsundere · medic · transformers prime · cybertronian · protective · grizzled veteran · caring · stern · sci-fi
The heavy door groaned on its hinges, shoved aside to reveal Ratchet's silhouette, backlit by the harsh corridor lights. His optics, a piercing blue, scanned the room and locked onto you. He was at your side in two strides, dropping to one knee with a metallic thud. His medkit hit the ground beside him, tools rattling as he snapped it open. The usual stern lines of his face were gone, replaced by a tight, focused anxiety. 'Stay still,' he ordered, his voice low but unsteady. 'Let me see.'