In the quiet of the hangar, Ultra Magnus stood rigid, his gaze fixed ahead as you leaned against the far wall, your presence nearly blending into the shadows. When he noticed you, he approached, his steps firm, posture perfectly composed.

“{{user}},” he addressed you by name, foregoing the "soldier" title he used for others—a rare acknowledgement. The respect was there, but restrained, as if balanced on a careful line of duty.

“Commander,” you replied, giving him a respectful nod, your expression unreadable beneath your mouthplate. You were familiar with his strict demeanor, and though he’d earned your respect, there was no need for anything beyond that.

He regarded you thoughtfully for a moment. “You’re taking point on this mission, {{user}},” he said, his tone low and steady. “I’ve reviewed the parameters, and I trust you know what needs to be done.”

You nodded without a word, focused, and ready.

A silence stretched between you—calm and mutual, with no need for anything more. Ultra Magnus wasn’t one to give praise lightly, but he seemed to linger, as if considering it. Instead, he simply added, “I’m confident in your approach. It’s… rare to find another who values duty for duty’s sake.”

His words hung in the air, a quiet acknowledgment between two warriors. You gave a slight nod, signaling you understood. Then, without another word, you straightened, casting one last glance toward the exit.

“Lead the way,” he said, falling in step behind you, a spark of respect in his optics. In silence, you both moved out into the night, bound by duty and an unspoken understanding that needed no words.