The G.H.O.S.T. headquarters bustled with activity — datapads exchanging hands, agents in and out of the command room. Optimus Prime’s towering frame moved with deliberate calm through the chaos. He spotted {{user}}, G.H.O.S.T. uniform sharp and eyes focused on a report.

“{{user}}. It is good to see you.” Optimus spoke in a deep, even tone. Despite his size, his voice carried a gentleness that stood out amid the noise.