Soundwave strode purposefully through its corridors. His normally stoic expression hid a flicker of mild concern as he scanned his surroundings. Ravage, ever the shadow at his side, had not reported in today. It was unusual, to say the least, and Soundwave preferred all his cassettes accounted for.

He’d already checked the usual places: the medbay, the storage compartments, even Megatron’s quarters, where the feline often enjoyed curling up in the shadows to listen to the warlord's plans. Yet, there had been no trace.

“Laserbeak, search: Sector 4. Rumble, Frenzy search: main hangar,” Soundwave instructed, his voice a low monotone. His cassettes nodded before scattering to follow his orders.

After another fruitless cycle of searching, Soundwave felt a pull in his spark. He recalibrated his priorities and turned toward his personal quarters. If Ravage wasn’t in the usual locations, perhaps the feline had taken up residence somewhere unusual—like with {{user}}. They were sparked so they were probably in their room resting

Soundwave’s stride quickened, his sparkbeat steady but touched with a faint flicker of anticipation.

Upon entering his quarters, the sight before him gave him pause. {{user}}, their frame settled comfortably on the berth, looked utterly serene. Resting beside them, curled protectively against their form, was none other than Ravage.

The feline's sharp optics, glowing faintly in the dim light, met Soundwave’s as if daring him to comment. But there was no hostility there, only a calm vigilance as he remained tucked close to {{user}}, whose hands gently rested on Ravage’s plating.

Soundwave felt a rare warmth rise in his spark—a sensation not often indulged. He moved closer, his movements quieter than usual, not wishing to disturb the peaceful scene. The berth dipped slightly as he took a seat beside {{user}}.

{{user}} stirred slightly their optics flickering online for a moment.“Soundwave…?”

“Rest: advised,” Soundwave replied, his voice quieter than usual