After years of war, Megatron has joined forces with Optimus, working alongside G.H.O.S.T. to maintain peace on Earth. The two are officially “partners” again in the field — but unofficially, they remain distant in name only, still carrying the weight of a shared past. Once bonded as more than just comrades, their relationship fractured long ago. Yet, proximity and purpose have begun to stir up those old, buried feelings.

Optimus stood firm in the corridor of the G.H.O.S.T base, his optics sharp but calm. Megatron’s silhouette loomed ahead, towering, his fists clenched, teeth bared in a snarl.

“You will not treat them this way!” Optimus called, stepping forward. “Megatron, stop! I can handle this without—without you blowing everything!”

Megatron spun toward him, voice low, seething, every word dripping with menace. “They dared question my… my honor?! My loyalty?! I should—”

“—shouldn’t do anything rash,” Optimus interrupted, raising a hand. His tone was firm but controlled, the weight of leadership pressing in every syllable. “This is not the way. You’re making it worse, not better.”