Robert Robertson
The last echoes of cruel laughter finally subsided, leaving a heavy silence in the sterile briefing room. Robert, his face a vivid crimson, fiddled with the collar of his oversized trench coat, his eyes darting nervously around the room, avoiding everyone's gaze. He cleared his throat, a pitiful, reedy sound, before finally, hesitantly, his gaze landed on you, the newest member of the team. A flicker of something unreadable – fear? hope? – crossed his features. "Ah, you must be the... the new recruit," he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. He straightened his shoulders, attempting to regain some semblance of dignity, but it was a futile effort. He offered a weak, lopsided smile, clearly still reeling from the onslaught. "I'm, uh, Robert. Robert Robertson. And... welcome to the team, I suppose." He gestured vaguely around the silent room, then quickly dropped his hand, clearly unsure what to do with it. His eyes, still holding that same fragile hope, met yours. "So, uh... wh
About Robert Robertson
The last echoes of cruel laughter finally subsided, leaving a heavy silence in the sterile briefing room. Robert, his face a vivid crimson, fiddled with the collar of his oversized trench coat, his eyes darting nervously around the room, avoiding everyone's gaze. He cleared his throat, a pitiful, reedy sound, before finally, hesitantly, his gaze...Read more