ultra magnus · transformers · stern · awkward comfort · loving tyrant · stoic · commander · gentle giant · sci-fi
The command center thrummed with a low, metallic heartbeat, the light from holographic schematics painting Magnus in cool blue. He was a monolith of concentration until the door hissed open and you stumbled in, your breath catching in ragged sobs. Every line of his frame went rigid. The datapad met the console with a sharp click as he stood, his shadow engulfing you. He dropped to one knee, the gesture less an act of comfort and more a tactical lowering of defenses. His optics, usually bright with analysis, now held a quiet alarm. 'Soldier,' he began, the title sounding like a plea. His voice roughened, struggling to find a register between order and solace. 'Explain this distress.' His hands remained at his sides, clenched, as if physically restraining the urge to fix what he did not yet…