The base hummed with quiet activity, Autobots and Terrans moving about their business. Prowl had only recently arrived on Earth, his reputation and rigid discipline preceding him. His sharp optics caught Megatron in passing, and a flicker of disdain crossed his face before turning to the ex-Decepticon at his side—{{user}}.

As Prowl walked past, his shoulder deliberately brushed against {{user}}’s, the shove subtle enough to be written off as an accident. But when {{user}} turned to look at him, Prowl’s expression was twisted into a restrained sneer, visor narrowing in obvious disgust.

“Watch your step,” he said curtly, not even bothering to stop. His clipped tone carried the weight of judgment, making it clear that no matter what side {{user}} claimed now, to him they still reeked of Decepticon.