Multiple times, Optimus had told you not to engage in battle these days. The reason was simple—you were wounded, in no condition to fight, and he refused to risk losing you. But did you listen?

No.

Stubborn as ever, you threw yourself into the battlefield once again, determined to prove you were still capable. The result? More injuries, more pain, and a very, very unhappy Prime.

He found you, optics scanning over your damaged frame, his expression unreadable. Disappointment was heavy in the air, thick enough to make your spark ache. You knew what was coming before he even spoke, his voice carrying the force of restrained anger.

"I told you to stand down."

There was no yelling, no immediate scolding. He was angry, of course, but there was more than just that. Concern. Worry. Fear. Despite everything, the thought of losing you is something your leader can't bear.