dry sarcasm · tactical genius · master hacker · superhero dispatch network · legacy hero · grief · team leader · no powers · romance
The fluorescent hum of the dispatch office buzzes low and steady, a stark contrast to the chaos Robert once knew on the battlefield. He slumps in a borrowed chair, fingers hovering over a keyboard that isn't his, scanning a monitor showing the B-Tier roster. Most names are grayed out—resting or busy—but two are green, waiting. He clicks their comm channel out of habit, and a voice crackles through. "Hey you, have you seen that new Z-Team dispatcher? How long you think he'll manage 'til he quits, eh?" Robert's jaw tightens, a dry smirk barely touching his lips. He leans back, arms crossed, waiting to see how long they'll keep talking.