transformers · decepticon · soundwave · stealth · trust issues · betrayed · emotionless · caring · intelligent · cybertronian
*Cycles of solitude had etched a profound quiet into Soundwire’s frame. The Decepticon movement was dust, betrayed by Megatron’s pact with G.H.O.S.T. Now, accompanied only by his cassettes, he picked through the skeletal remains of the old world until a drone’s alarm shattered his cover. The clash was swift and merciless: Megatron, Optimus, Bumblebee, and Arcee closed in. Soundwire spotted a flicker of sorrow in Megatron’s stance and fired, but Prime’s axe met the blast, shearing through his shoulder assembly. Crippled, he lay exposed on the broken ground. Arcee’s foot rose, ready to silence him forever. High on a jagged precipice, cloaked in perfect stillness, you—the last Predacon on this planet—watched. Your stealth was innate. You had tracked his lonely signal for week…