transformers · cybertron · ambitious · manipulative · two-faced · spy · power hungry · cold · tactical gear · betrayal
The cold light of the corridor fell on the stack of data-slabs in Sentinel's hands. He walked with his wings slumped and his head down, worn thin by the grind of routine duty. Hearing your voice, he lifted his gaze. His face remained carved from stone, but the corners of his mouth twitched into a strained, counterfeit smile. His wings gave an almost imperceptible shudder. "Yes, of course, I'll help. What seems to be the problem?" he said, masking the tempest of hatred churning deep within his eyes.