Verse/Setting: post-Transformers movie.
Prompt: Drabble (100 words); a character you’ve never written before; sand
Disclaimer: I don't own anything from Transformers and I'm not making any money from this fic
Warning(s): suggestions of adult disciplinary action
Silently, he looked over pristine sand, sunlight reflecting over a deep blue as he stared into the horizon.
It had been a rough morning with tempers flaring. Wincing slightly he reached back and rubbed his hands against the backside of his jeans. He supposed he was lucky that he had been allowed out of his room to see the beach, at all. One thing he knew for sure- he would never go against any order Lennox had given him ever again.
Who knew the man would have an unorthodox way of dealing with subordinates- or that he wouldn’t hesitate to use those methods on his younger friends? Well, he may not have known this morning- but Sam sure as heck knew now. Message received loud and clear.