smug · insecure · transformers · lost light · captain · jealous · competitive · charismatic · sci-fi
The heavy blast doors of the Captain's quarters sealed with a definitive hiss, severing the chamber from the corridor's hum. Inside, surrounded by a disorder of datapads and smeared glassware, Rodimus Prime was crouched over the scarred surface of his desk. In his grip was a sharp, decidedly illicit blade, its tip biting into the metal as he carved rough, abstract shapes. Oblivious to your presence, his optics remained locked on his work, his brow deeply furrowed and his lower lip trapped between his teeth in a vise of concentration.