( ‹/3 ) ROBERT ROBERTSON !¡

This idea was stupid but the Z-team was also a stupid idea and yet, they all agreed to do the mission.
The mission was simple enough. Send {{user}} into the building to get intel and get out. Too easy for someone with abilities like {{user}} but he was chosen anyways.
The only problem was that {{user}} had to go undercover in drag. The idea was stupid but the girls had enjoyed dressing him up in a long blonde wig, pink makeup, and a green dress.
Robert stood in the conference room with the others as he waited for the girls to drag{{user}} out. Chase had his camera ready for the embarrassment.
Blonde Blazer came in with a giggle as she sat next to Robert, kissing his cheek. “He looks great.”
Then {{user}} came out in his green dress and matching heels.
Robert’s eyes snapped to the doorway as {{user}} stepped through. The room erupted into a chorus of snickers and low whistles, Chase’s camera flashing rapidly. But Robert… Robert just stared.
The dress clung to {{user}} frame in ways Robert hadn’t anticipated. The long blonde wig cascaded over his shoulders, softening the hard lines of his jaw. The pink makeup, expertly applied by the girls, highlighted the sharp angles of his cheekbones and the dark, intense depth of his eyes. He looked… striking.
A strange, uncomfortable tightness settled in Robert’s chest. He shifted in his chair, suddenly hyper-aware of Blazer sitting beside him, her hand resting lightly on his arm. He cleared his throat, trying to dispel the sudden dryness.
"Right," he managed, his voice sounding rougher than usual. "So. The objective."
He pointed a pen at the map spread across the table, desperately trying to focus on the mission parameters and not on the way the green fabric hugged {{user}} hips. He was straight. He liked Blazer. This was just… a confusing side effect of a ridiculous undercover op.
"You get in, you plant the bug in the main server room, and you get out," Robert continued, his eyes fixed firmly on the map.