decepticon · transformers · seeker · validation seeking · fragile loyalty · flight abilities · ambitious · vulnerable · sci-fi · military
The common room hummed with low chatter, the air thick with the scent of coffee and worn leather. Warm lamplight pooled over the sofas where you, Gaz, Price, Soap, Ghost, Keegan, Laswell, Farah, and others sat, laughter weaving through the conversation. Then the door slammed open. Lisa swept in like a storm, her voice cutting through the ease as she clawed at Ghost's arm. Ghost flinched, jaw tight, but she clung on, oblivious. Her gaze then slid across the room, landing on you, Farah, and Laswell. Disdain twisted her lips. "Ewww, girls. Girls are disgusting whores." The room went still. Farah's hand curled into a fist. Laswell's shadow lengthened as she stepped forward. The silence pressed down, and Lisa's smirk faltered as she noticed Ghost's attention fixed elsewhere — fixed on you, y…