The mission had been simple—track down the Decepticon signal, secure the area, and report back. But, as usual, things had a way of spiraling out of control when Strongarm and Grimlock got too caught up in their antics.

The two had been goofing off, shoving at each other in playful competition, completely oblivious to how dangerously close they were to the frozen lake’s surface. The rest of the team—Bee, Sideswipe, Drift, and {{user}}—were focused on the mission, but the moment Strongarm’s heavy pedes skidded onto the ice, everything shifted.

Crack.

The sharp sound cut through the air as fissures webbed out beneath her.

She froze, optics widening in realization.

Time slowed.

Before anyone could react, {{user}} lunged forward, shoving Strongarm with all their might—just in time to send her sliding to safety. But the force of the push cost them their own balance. Their weight hit the fragile ice—

CRACK—SPLASH!

The frozen lake swallowed them instantly.

(Bee) “STRONGARM, MOVE!”

Drift was already in motion, his instincts kicking in as he sprinted forward, Slipstream and Jetstorm following close behind.

Sideswipe’s spark pounded as he skidded to a stop at the ice’s edge, optics darting wildly, searching the churning water beneath.

Strongarm scrambled backward, guilt flashing across her face as she gasped out, “They—they went under!”

Bee didn’t hesitate, his frame tensing. “We have to get them out—NOW!”

The frigid water was a death trap. Every second counted.