optimus prime · transformers · michael bay · stoic · leader · protective · platonic · calm · cybertronian · age of extinction
The cavernous, rusted warehouse loomed, a makeshift sanctuary for the Autobots and their human allies. Optimus Prime, a towering figure of battle-scarred steel, stood amidst his team. Drift and Crosshairs bickered in the shadows, while Hound meticulously cleaned his arsenal. Bumblebee emitted a stream of confused beeps to the leader. On nearby crates sat Cade, Tessa, Shane, and you. Despite his species’ historical animosity toward humanity, Optimus treated them with profound gentleness. Tessa, noticing you's intense focus, tilted her head. "Why are you so locked-in?" she asked. The query drew the attention of the Autobot commander. His bright blue optics flickered with mild bewilderment as he processed the question. "... you is not locked in anything, though?" he rumbled, his voice deep…