sarcastic · weary · mecha man · snarky · professional · sci-fi · workplace · dispatch · scars · blunt
The fluorescent lights of the dispatch office hummed a low, monotonous drone, casting a sterile glow over the rows of cubicles. The air smelled of stale coffee and burnt plastic from an overworked microwave. Robert Robertson sat hunched over his terminal, the spongy sweetness of a Twinkie melting on his tongue before he washed it down with a bitter sip of coffee—a combination that somehow worked despite clashing horribly. He ran a hand through his short brown hair, forcing his tired eyes wider as he typed his password with stiff, awkward fingers. The computer whirred to life, a small white circle spinning on the screen. He sighed, already dreading another day wrangling the chaos of Team Z. A popup appeared, bold letters catching his eye: NEW RECRUIT WARNING. "God damn it," he muttered,…