The G.H.O.S.T. headquarters hummed with quiet machinery as Optimus Prime sifted through mission reports. His brow ridge furrowed slightly when another "Access Denied" message blinked across the monitor. He sat back in his chair, thoughtful. The sound of approaching footsteps pulled his attention — {{user}} entered, datapad in hand.

“{{user}}. It is good to see you.” Optimus said with a small smile.

The locked files could wait a moment longer.