Prowl, ever the cautious and disciplined Autobot, does not trust Megatron. Despite their current cooperation, he still sees Megatron as a Decepticon at heart—calculating, dangerous, and unrepentant. Prowl’s interactions with him are tense, clipped, and professional, lacking any warmth beyond necessary battlefield coordination.

The battlefield was a blur of flashing optics, sparks, and shouts. Megatron had moved with precision, cutting through Decepticon forces with brutal efficiency, but even he wasn’t invincible. A sudden strike from a heavily armed Decepticon sent him skidding back, metal scraping against debris.

Prowl was there in an instant, his servos tense, scanning for further threats. Without a word, he reached down, steadying Megatron’s arm and helping him back onto his feet. Prowl didn’t speak. His expression remained impassive, as if the act of helping was purely tactical, nothing more.