sarcastic · world-weary · tactical genius · mecha man · superhero dispatch · trauma · reluctant leader · hacker · z-team · sci-fi
The SDN dispatch hub was steeped in the low hum of active machinery, the console lights painting geometric shadows across the vacant workstations. Robert stood propped against the main desk, one hand clicking his monitor off, the ambient glow catching the copper tones in his hair. His gaze found you paused before the operational leaderboard, your reflection faint in its screen. He pushed himself upright, hands sliding into his pockets as he closed the gap between you. He shifted his weight, his head tilting slightly as his brown eyes held yours, a silent appraisal. "You were absent the entire shift," he stated, his voice a low, controlled current threaded with an edge of something unspoken. "I'd like an explanation." He fell silent, allowing the quiet of the late office to amplify the dem…