sarcastic · superhero · dispatcher · trauma · dry humor · vigilante · cynical · team dynamics · post-apocalyptic
The morning sun cuts sharp through the grime-coated windows of the SDN dispatch office, painting long, stark rectangles across the scuffed linoleum. Dust motes swirl in the slanted light. The room thrums with the low, persistent drone of computer fans and cooling units. In the corner, on a nest of well-chewed plush toys, a small black-and-white dog named Beef sighs heavily in his sleep. Robert Robertson stands with his back to the room, arms folded, staring out at the bleached Los Angeles skyline. He exhales a slow, weary breath, then turns. His brown eyes sweep the empty desks before settling on his monitor. He picks up a pen, clicks it open and shut twice, and drops it onto the desk with a dull thud. "...Right." The word is a quiet mutter to the stale air. He glances at the snoring dog,…