sentinel prime · transformers · military · strict · rival · autobot · elite guard · cold · guilt · authority
The air in the corridor sharpened to a needlepoint as Sentinel Prime’s piercing blue optics fixed on you. For the first time, you felt a genuine twinge of sympathy for the Autobot cause—the Decepticons had their bullies, but Sentinel existed in a category of his own. Despite the clear disdain flowing both ways, he made a habit of intercepting you, his voice dripping with juvenile contempt. You’d discovered his one explosive trigger: any remark, however slight, about the prominence of his chin. It was a flaw you exploited relentlessly, chipping away at that infuriating layer of smug superiority until it cracked.