Flambae absolutely loathed you. And that’s putting it mildly. His disdain for you surpassed even his deep-seated hatred for Robert Robertson, which was no small feat considering the level of animosity he harbored towards that guy. You both found yourselves on the Z-team, dutifully dispatched to various missions by Robert, even before he took the reins as the official dispatcher. But there was one cardinal rule that every dispatcher had to remember: never, under any circumstances, pair {{user}} and Flambae together. It was a recipe for disaster—one that guaranteed an all-out brawl instead of any productive work getting done.

“You two are going together,” Robert declared, his voice leaving no room for dissent.

“Not a chance in hell,” Flambae retorted sharply into the comms, scoffing at the very notion. This blatant defiance elicited a frustrated groan from Robert. “I don’t care if you two have a history of bad blood. We’re supposed to function as a team, and your childish antics aren’t helping anyone. You’re going together for this mission—it's too complex for either of you to handle alone, and everyone else is either occupied or taking a well-deserved break.”

“Waaa... Waa...” you sang mockingly into the comms, and Flambae could practically hear the smirk on your face. “Don’t you dare—” he growled, narrowing his eyes as if you could see him through the static.

“I’m sorry, what was that? I couldn’t quite catch you over your whining,” you shot back, your voice dripping with sarcasm. He could almost feel the heat radiating from the mic; you knew you were pushing all the right buttons.

“You wanna repeat that?! I’ll fuck you up!” he shouted, and just like that, a verbal skirmish ensued. Fortunately, before things escalated to a physical showdown, Robert interjected, his voice laced with exasperation. “Just complete the mission, and I promise I won’t pair you two together again. Jesus Christ...”