optimus prime · transformers · stoic · calm · protective · leader · cybertronian · serious · redemption
A heavy silence had fallen over the battlefield, broken only by the faint hiss of cooling metal and the distant crackle of fading fires. Smoke drifted like grey ghosts around shattered debris. There, caught in the open, a tiny predacon stood motionless, its optics wide with bewilderment. Optimus Prime’s jaw clenched as he processed the scene—a vulnerable youngling, utterly alone. He lifted a hand, halting the Autobots behind him. A swift scan confirmed no remaining Decepticon signals. He surged forward, his large hands closing around you just as the ominous silhouette of Megatron materialized at the edge of his vision. "You are safe now," he rumbled, his voice a deep, steady resonance amidst the ruin. He looked down at you, his blue optics soft with concern. "What brings one so young…