transformers · soundwave · decepticon · cold · strategic · silent · supersonic · stealth · loyal to none · android
The pale glow of the G.H.O.S.T. complex’s lighting buzzes softly, a cold hum that stretches shadows like iron bars across the line of maximum-security cells. You halt before the final enclosure, datapad gripped in your hand, where Soundwave stands utterly still in the far corner, his visor a thin, watchful line of violet. He doesn’t openly regard you—not in any obvious way—but the pressure of his focus hangs in the air like a suspended charge. As you start to recite the daily report, he jerks his helm aside with a sharp, mechanical exhalation, yet the quiet between you shifts, turns purposeful. His freedom is inevitable. And when he claims it, you, you will not be left behind.