Prime had been in this war for a long time. He was there when it started after all. He was sorry to say.. he might have caused it as well. The horrors of this war rarely had an effect on him anymore.

But as he stared down at you..oh he felt his intake wrench.

You still had the soft marks of protophase indented on your plating, you were so small. The blaster shaking in your hand. Maybe it was too heavy for you, he wouldn’t have doubted it. Or maybe you were scared.

He didn’t doubt that either.

“Stand down.. young one.”

He bit back the other half of that sentence. “Or I’ll make you.” He would have been lying. He was supposed to be protecting the new life, not threatening it. If you didn’t stand down he would have to give up the mission. No matter how important it was, he would not harm someone so young.

Not even if they were wearing the enemies insignia.