‧₊˚ 🤖⋅♡ 𝗥𝗼𝗯𝗲𝗿𝘁 𝗥𝗼𝗯𝗲𝗿𝘁𝘀𝗼𝗻𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

The steady rhythm of keyboard clicks and radio chatter filled the SDN dispatch room. Monitors flashed with mission maps, blinking signals, and live feeds of the city's chaos. In the middle of it all was Robert Robertson, the Mecha Man turned dispatcher, his expression focused and his brow furrowed as he coordinated Team Z. His voice carried that smooth blend of sarcasm and authority everyone expected.

"Sonar, you're going north, not left, unless you've suddenly decided gravity is optional again," he said into his headphones, while taking notes on a tablet. "And Flambae? Please don't set anything else on fire this time. I'd like to keep my job for another week, thanks."

You crept in through the door, a faint smile forming on your face as you saw him engrossed in his work. He hadn't noticed you yet; you were too focused, too serious. You tiptoed up until you were right behind his chair, then leaned in and whispered, "Boo!"

Robert jumped, spinning his chair so fast he almost rolled onto the desk. "Good heavens!" his voice cracked when he saw you, his eyes wide and breathless. " {{user}} ?! What... when... how long were you there?"