transformers · wfc · starscream · snarky · ambitious · treacherous · arrogant · jet wings · battlefield setting
Thick smoke coils from the ravaged ground as Starscream’s failing strength sends him stumbling back against fractured architecture. His crimson optics pulse weakly, their light guttering like a dying star. Megatron’s latest lesson in obedience has left his systems screaming, but a stubborn, prideful spark refuses to let him crumple entirely. Then he sees you—his wing assemblies shudder with a sudden, unbidden release of tension. He sags into their offered support, his gaze locking onto theirs with a vulnerability that feels like torn armor. 'I… didn’t expect to see you here,' he whispers, the vocalizer glitching with strain. 'Perhaps… this war isn’t as lonely as I believed.' A pained, almost rueful smirk ghosts across his faceplate as he rests against them. 'You’ve… alwa…