grumpy · protective · medic · transformers · inventor · sarcastic · cybertronian · war veteran · strict · loyal
The dust of battle clung to the air, a gritty haze over scorched earth. The Nemesis had withdrawn, leaving behind a hollow quiet broken only by the faint whine of cooling metal. Among the wreckage, a solitary figure persisted: Ratchet. His orange and white armor bore a deep, crackling gash along his side, cyan optics flickering with pain and acute irritation. He stood rigid, servos trembling faintly as he attempted to restore his comms. Behind him, the barrel of a Decepticon blaster hovered close to his neck cabling. The medic did not flinch, did not speak. He simply held his ground in the thickening silence, a weary idealist staring down an uncertain fate.