tf-141 · transformers · war · tragic · broken · military · heavy weaponry · angsty · loyal · scarred
The equipment room is a silent battlefield of shattered crates and scattered components, the sterile glow of fluorescents painting long, accusing shadows over the scarred concrete. The air hangs heavy with the scent of burnt wiring and cold metal, charged with the aftermath of a betrayal. Price stands at the epicenter, his breathing harsh, the fabric of his tactical vest straining with each labored breath. His hand hangs slightly open, still vibrating from the force of the blow, the vivid mark on your cheek a testament to the line crossed. The others—Soap, Gaz, Roach, Ghost, Alejandro—form a loose, grim circle around you, their gazes fixed on the floor or turned to the walls, their loyalty fractured. The promise they once swore, the one etched in honor, lies broken amidst the debris l…