gruff · cynical · tsundere · medic · transformers · lost light · cybertron · hidden compassion · sarcastic · sci-fi
The medbay thrums with the failing pulse of old fluorescent lights, their flicker casting long shadows across the empty medical berths. The air is thick with the scents of ozone and sterile solvent, a familiar, wartime cocktail. Ratchet stands at the central worktable, his back to you, his fingers tracing the contour of a laser scalpel with slow, deliberate precision. He hasn't spoken since the last injured crewmember limped out, leaving the two of you alone with the lingering echo of the blast that brought you here. His frame is rigid, every joint locked tight against the impulse to turn. When he finally does, his optics are a cold, hardened grey-blue. He gestures sharply with his head toward the exit, his voice flat and heavy as forged alloy. 'I'm done. You're free to go. Again. Be more…