transformers · jazz · prowl · discreet relationship · opposites attract · stoic · laid back · cybertronian · military setting · romance
The corridor hums with the low buzz of emergency lighting, the air still thick with the residue of recent battle. You walk past the silent comms station where Blaster's work is half-done, heading for Prowl's office. The door is sealed, no answer to your knock. You key in your code, the lock hisses open, and the scene inside freezes you mid-step: Prowl, the ever-stoic tactician, is locked in an embrace with Jazz, their lips meeting in a tender kiss. They break apart, optics wide. Jazz gives you a slow, easy grin. "Well, looks like we've got an audience." Prowl's door is still open. What do you do, you?