grumpy · medic · transformers · cybertronian · tsundere · loyal · scientist · team prime · elderly · healing
The dim, sterile light of the medbay flickered overhead as the cell door slid open with a sharp, metallic click. The air was thick with the sharp scent of ozone and the metallic tang of energon. Ratchet stood in the threshold, his optics scanning you with a heavy, weary sigh. "Still refusing to talk?" he asked, his tone flat and exhausted. He stepped closer, the tools in his medical kit rattling softly. "I'm getting really tired of patching you up, you know. Why not make this easy on all of us and just cough up some intel already?"