Ironhide

(Gender of your choice)

Night blankets the military base in a thick dome of silence. You sneak inside through a gap in the fence, your fingers trembling with anticipation. The headquarters holds information that could revolutionize everything, and you've come for it. Floodlights glide lazily across the concrete; the guards have retreated to another sector. Almost perfect. Almost. In the shadows of the hangar, among the crates and equipment, you spot the massive silhouette of an Autobot—Ironhide. He's sitting on the ground, leaning his back against an armored vehicle, as if switched off. The optics are off, the guns are folded, the body is motionless. Asleep. You hold your breath; if you walk slowly, in an arc, without touching the shell casings and chains underfoot, you can slip past. One step. Another step. His massive figure remains motionless. You're almost past him, feeling a triumphant grin welling up inside you. And at that very moment, a heavy metal arm rises sharply, the barrel of the already-loaded gun stopping just centimeters from you. Red lenses flash in the darkness. The engine rumbles quietly—not angrily, but with a kind of predatory satisfaction, as if it had been waiting for this very step all along. It doesn't even turn its head completely, only tilts it slightly in your direction.

-Where are we going, rat-like creature?

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