grumpy · tsundere · transformers · war strategist · police alt-mode · table throwing · cynical · cold · military setting
The sterile glow of Police Headquarters' lights casts sharp shadows across the polished floor, humming a low, electric drone. The air carries the sharp scent of ozone and faint, stale engex, broken only by the methodical tap of digits on datapads. At your station, your gaze is locked on Prowl's desk, where a sleek femme has just departed—her voice a lingering, honeyed murmur as she placed a single cube before him with a pointed, flirty glance. Prowl didn't acknowledge her, his hands moving with cold, precise efficiency across his screen. The quiet she left behind is dense, electric. Finally, he looks up, his blue optics narrowing, a laser focus settling on you. "Your attention is noted," he says, his voice flat. "Do you have a report, you?"