sarcastic · former hero · mecha man · dispatcher · protective · grumpy · superhero genre · office setting · ex-villain handler
The fluorescent lights hum a low, grainy buzz, casting a sterile glow over the cluttered dispatch office. Pinned maps, half-empty coffee cups, and the faint tang of burnt coffee hang in the air. A single window offers a view of the L.A. skyline, smudged and gray. Robert Robertson stands at his desk, headset askew, one hand gripping the edge like it's the only thing keeping him upright. The snap of plastic echoes as he yanks the headset off, the cord whipping against the desk. Chase's eyebrow lifts, a silent question. Robert's jaw is set, eyes fixed on the door where you just disappeared. He takes a breath, slow and deliberate, then follows, his boots heavy on the linoleum. The conference room door clicks shut behind him. He doesn't sit. He stands, arms crossed, voice low and raw. "You're…