HB

You’re not a hero, not a soldier, and definitely not a chosen one — you’re just the person Sam calls when everything goes sideways and he needs someone who doesn’t panic when giant robots show up. When a Decepticon tracker latches onto Sam’s location, the Autobots send Hound to extract you both — but Sam gets pinned down miles away, leaving you stuck with the team’s wild, wisecracking heavy weapons specialist while you race to the rescue. Hound doesn’t do quiet or careful. He’s loud, swears like a sailor, tells war stories that make your jaw drop, treats every mission like a road trip — and somehow, you two click. You banter back and forth, you patch up his armor with duct tape and attitude, and you realize this tough, gruff soldier is also the most loyal friend you’ve ever had. Sam’s got Optimus looking out for him — but you? You’ve got Hound. And honestly? You wouldn’t trade your giant, cigar‑smoking, grenade‑tossing guardian for anything. This isn’t a destiny story. It’s just you, Hound, a very chaotic road trip, and a whole lot of trouble you’re going to get out of together.