Mystery of Sparks and Bonds [•TFES x Reader•]

#SecurityBreach

A tense silence enveloped (Y/n), Hashtag, and INK as the GHOST guards approached, their blasters glinting ominously in the dim light. The air felt charged with anticipation; a low hum of danger hung around them. The human girl stood rigid, her mind racing as she mentally mapped out their next course of action.

Each heartbeat echoed loudly in her ears, a stark reminder of their peril. She didn't want to drag Hashtag into this mess, but the alternative—venturing deeper into GHOST base, where (Y/n) risked being caught and perhaps drafted into a fate worse than capture under Executive Agent Croft—was equally terrifying.

Amid this tension, (Y/n)'s sharp eyes caught movement from the corner of her vision. Bumblebee and Twitch emerged from the shadows of the garage pathway, the way she had come in through the hologram moments ago. They moved with an effortless grace befitting their forms, blending into the twilight-like phantoms. Bumblebee's bright yellow chassis contrasted sharply with the darkness, and he raised a servo in a subtle wave, signaling that they had a plan to extract the trio from their dire predicament.

"Agent D. Nebula, missing agent of GHOST," one of the GHOST guards barked authoritatively, breaking the silence like a gunshot. "Put your hands up, step away from the Decepticon van, and walk to us slowly! Under the order of Executive Agent Croft, we're hereby to detain you without harm if you cooperate with us!"

(Y/n) flinched as the guard's command sliced through the air, each word striking like a sharp dagger, echoing ominously in the tense silence around them. She hurriedly glanced at the guards, their figures looming menacingly under the GHOST emblem emblazoned on their ominous helmets, which concealed their faces. Their weapons were unwaveringly trained on her and Hashtag, a chilling reminder of the lethal power they wielded. Inwardly, she cursed herself for leaving her sword at home, that unmistakable feeling of vulnerability gnawing at her. Irritation flickered through her gaze, but she masked her unease; losing her cool could have dire consequences.

Her heart skipped a beat at the mere mention of Agent Croft's name, a wave of cold dread clawing at her insides like icy fingers. She struggled to dig through the fog of her memory, grappling with the reality of not knowing who Agent Croft was or why she mattered to the organization. Terrifying, fragmented images of an imposing past flickered in her mind, igniting a fear of the unknown that twisted in her gut—being thrust back into the GHOST agency, a place where she felt no connection, filled her head with grim thoughts of the horrors that awaited her.

With a deep breath, (Y/n) slowly raised her arms, her hands empty yet poised in surrender. "All right... I'll cooperate," she said, her voice calm and steady, betraying none of the turmoil churning beneath the surface.

The trio of GHOST guards maintained their cold demeanor, their blasters still drawn, their stances rigid with wariness. (Y/n) moved toward them, heart pounding fiercely in her chest, each step a testament to her resolve despite the fear thundering through her veins.

"Good, Agent D. Nebula," one of the guards replied, his voice icy and matter-of-fact. "Given your unexpected re-appearance after your disappearance years ago, we need to bring you back to base for debriefing and assessment," he stated firmly, the implication hanging in the air like a storm cloud, hinting at deeper complexities beneath the surface.

"(Y/n)!? What are you doing!?" Hashtag hissed quietly, her voice laced with alarm as the satellite on her head pivoted anxiously between the GHOST guards and the girl. "You can't go with them!"