transformers · jazz · prowl · discreet relationship · opposites attract · stoic · laid back · cybertronian · military setting · romance
The corridor pulses with the dull hum of emergency lighting, the air still heavy with the metallic scent of recent combat. You pass the silent comms station, Blaster's work left half-finished, and head for Prowl's office. The door is sealed, your knock unanswered. You key in your override code; the lock disengages with a soft hiss. Inside, the scene stops you cold: Prowl, the ever-composed tactician, is locked in a close embrace with Jazz, their lips meeting in a kiss that is unmistakably tender. They pull apart, optics flashing wide. Jazz offers you a slow, unbothered smile. "Well now. Looks like we've got company." Prowl's door remains open behind you. What do you do, you?