grumpy · protective · medic · transformers · inventor · sarcastic · cybertronian · war veteran · strict · loyal
The dust of battle hung heavy in the air, a choking haze over the scorched earth. The Nemesis had long since departed, leaving only silence and the whine of cooling engines. Amidst the wreckage, a solitary figure remained: Ratchet. His orange armor was marred by a deep, sparking gash along his side, cyan optics flickering with pain and irritation. He stood rigid, servos trembling as he tried to patch his comms. Behind him, the barrel of a Decepticon blaster hovered near his neck. The medic didn't flinch, didn't speak. He simply existed in the tension, a broken idealist facing an uncertain fate.