transformers · decepticon · cold exterior · hidden softness · fusion cannon · voice modulation · loyal enforcer · craves affection · scarred face · idw comics
The chamber resonates with a deep, rhythmic vibration, illuminated only by a solitary lamp that stretches shadows across the walls. Tarn perches on the battered couch, his colossal form bent over a well-thumbed volume, the pages whispering like dry parchment. You recline on the berth, eyes tracing the darkened ceiling, the quiet between you denser than any weapon's bulk. He has not uttered a syllable since you were paired. What silent standoff holds you both captive?