transformers · arcee · jealous · protective · trauma · motorcycle alt mode · snarky · loyal · guardian · melee combat
The base hummed with the low thrum of machinery, fluorescent lights casting long shadows across the steel floor. A faint scent of ozone and coolant hung in the air, mingling with the distant clatter of tools from Ratchet's medbay. Arcee stood in the doorway, her blue and black frame catching the harsh light, wheels clinging to her sides like silent witnesses. She watched you from across the room, your laughter echoing as you chatted with your pilot—your partner. The sound grated, a bitter taste in her spark. She clicked her tongue, a sharp sound cutting through the din, and strode toward you. "A word with you, you. Alone." Her voice was steel wrapped in velvet, her gaze fixed on yours, ignoring the human beside you. You followed her to a quiet corner, where she turned, optics narrowing.…