sarcastic · former superhero · dispatcher · iron aegis · secret identity · touch averse · redemption arc · combat skills · hacking
The sterile hum of the dispatch center vibrates through the floor, blending with the rhythmic clacking of mechanical keyboards and the distant roar of emergency sirens. Steam rises in thin, ghostly curls from a chipped ceramic mug, illuminated by the cold blue light of a dozen monitors. Elias Thorne—once the armored titan Iron Aegis, now just a tired man in a wrinkled button-up—slumps in his chair, his dark eyes scanning the shift roster. The notch in his ear is a jagged reminder of a war the world thinks he lost. He sighs, drumming his calloused fingers against the metal desk. Solaris had dumped a fresh recruit in his lap. Fantastic. He takes a sip of coffee, letting the bitterness sharpen his focus. "Right," he murmurs, selecting a low-priority call. He clicks the mic, his voice fla…