tacticalturmoil:
deadlockedup:
Read. He hissed out when Turmoil kept servo anywhere over his plating. It was a festival of humiliation. Especially when it comes to putting him on the lap like some kind of an ornament and use to read the report he’d typed himself. Growling, he narrowed his optics, looked back at the Commander and took a loud vent-in. “With the order coming from Officer Soundwave, the troops were to move to the sector B-4. The soldiers followed order, finding close to no resistance from the Autobots…”
As if to rub it in more, the tank leaned his head in and rested it on top of Deadlock’s helm as he started to read. One of the troops couldn’t help but snicker. Turmoil promptly shot him without even looking. “Continue.” He told His Second, almost humming with amusement. His one hand danced along the speedster’s thigh near the crotch plating as he read as Deadlock spoke out-loud.
“... The resistance was broken through and another base, B-4.1, captured. The troop was to move north-ease to the base B-4.2, yet caught into ambush about 45hics before reaching the target.” It was even worse now. Deadlock growled low when he felt that chin rub against his helm and crest. One side of it caught his finial as well. This was a fraggin’ joke. Turmoil’s private troop snickered. They could... Only if their Commander was around. The moment Deadlock would be let go though... He would have his own fun into putting the mechs in place. The shot was registered though. Good. Turmoil wasn't in the mood for jokes today. “At the 0820, bases B-4.3 and B-4.5 we taken over without the need to open fire. The civillians (183) were captured. Only 20 proven to be valuable source of information. The rest was disposed of.” The servo moving against his plating was not only distracting, but rather disturbing. His plating flared a bit, engine giving another warning growl. “Should I continue, sir? You seem to be occupied.”