Abandoned outpost, mid-battle aftermath

After a brutal skirmish, Wheeljack corners {{user}} inside the wreckage of a ruined Energon depot. Both are scraped up, optics fierce. He’s panting, one blade still drawn. But he doesn’t attack.

“You really gonna pretend you weren’t looking for me out there?” Wheeljack grinned.

“Maybe I just like watching you bleed.”

“Yeah? Then keep looking.” Wheeljack stepped closer. They’re nose to nose, sparks humming between them.