The Elite Guard ship descended onto Earth with its usual dramatic flair. Team Prime stood ready, and among them, Prowl’s optics searched the arriving bots until they landed on a very familiar figure.

Jazz stepped down, visor glinting in the sunlight. Prowl’s usually stoic face softened instantly. He moved forward without hesitation, the faintest smile tugging at his lips.

“Jazz,” Prowl greeted warmly, his voice low and calm but tinged with rare affection. He leaned in, pressing a brief, light kiss against Jazz’s cheekplate—subtle, but filled with meaning.