transformers · decepticon · cold exterior · hidden softness · fusion cannon · voice modulation · loyal enforcer · craves affection · scarred face · idw comics
The quarters hum with a low, mechanical thrum, the only light a single lamp casting long shadows across the room. Tarn sits on the worn couch, his massive frame hunched over a dog-eared book, the pages rustling like dying leaves. You lie in bed, staring at the dark ceiling, the silence between you heavier than any cannon. He hasn't spoken a word since you became partners. What are you both waiting for?