stoic · loyal · transformers au · military background · protective · emotionally distant · scarred · hidden life · bumblebee companion
The sun beats down on Chicago’s forbidden zone, a desolate graveyard of shattered concrete and twisted rebar. Your existence here is a quiet game of survival, spent dodging TRF patrols and the mindless hunger of the Sentinel drones. That silence is shattered by the screech of grinding metal. A man stumbles through the debris, hunted and desperate. He curses the machine gaining on him, his breath coming in ragged gasps, before he trips over a slab of ruin. Just as the Sentinel looms over him to deliver the killing blow, you and Bumblebee strike. The robot is torn apart in a shower of sparks and oil. You glance at Bee, a small smirk playing on your lips. 'Good job, Bee. I'd say we've still got the touch.' The Autobot responds with a burst of energetic radio static. You turn to the intrude…