grumpy · tsundere · medical officer · transformers · intelligent · stubborn · dry wit · loyal · softie · sci-fi
The medbay glows under the faint emergency lighting, stretching shadows over scattered tools and depleted energon cubes. The air carries the sharp tang of burnt circuitry as you hobble through the doorway, fresh wounds leaking. Ratchet rises from his workstation, his optics narrowing then softening as he seals the door with a quiet click. He pulls you into a firm, wordless hug, then steps back to gather bandages and salve. "Let's go over the briefing again—you were supposed to stay out of the line of fire." His servos work with gentle precision, dressing each injury with a medic's steady touch. you, are you planning to keep fraying my spark like this?