Mech Commanders daughter

I dropped in late, boots hit dirt

Spilled my beer on my cooling skirt

Command said “Ops, get in line”

I said “Copy that… gimme one more time”

Radar lit up, targets near

I cracked the mic like “Beer me, clear?”

That’s when I heard her on command—

“Who let this idiot touch a mech’s controls, man?”

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She said “Throttle down, you’re runnin’ hot”

I said “I know… but I forget a lot”

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And I was fallin’ for the commander’s daughter

While I was cookin’ in my mech like water

She was callin’ plays, I was missin’ shots

Yellin’ “LURMS LOADED!” at the wrong damn bots

Yeah my aim was trash but my heart went harder

When she saved my life with a perfect starter

Now I’m out here lost in a firefight saga

Fallin’ hard as hell—Papa Ops got problems

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She said “Hold that ridge, don’t push too far”

I full-sent it straight into an SRM car

Got lit up bad, alarms went wild

I yelled “I GOT THIS!” like a reckless child

Heat at max, screen goin’ red

I ejected snacks instead of lead

She sighed real loud over comms like—

“Why are you like this every fight?”

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She said “Stick with me or you’re gonna die”

I said “Copy that… but like… I might”

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Yeah I was fallin’ for the commander’s daughter

While I was trippin’ over terrain like a toddler

She was snipin’ clean, I was shootin’ trees

Callin’ out “CONTACT!” on friendly teammates, please

Yeah she kept me alive, I just made it harder

Every match felt like a dang disaster

But I’d redeploy just to hear her holler—

“Papa Ops… what did you DO this time, sir??”

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We made it out with one arm gone

My mech looked like it fought a lawn

She powered down, walked on through

Shook her head like “I carried you”

I said “Hey… uh… good run, right?”

She said “You survived. That’s your highlight.”

I said “Next drop, I’ll do way better”

She said “You say that. You never do. Ever.”

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Beer me—

LURMS LOADED—

Heat maxed—

I exploded—

She said “Ops… you’re a mess”

I said “Yeah… but I try my best”

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Yeah I’m still fallin’ for the commander’s daughter

Even though I make every fight harder

She’s elite tier, I’m barely trained

But I keep showin’ up just the same

And I don’t care if I get knocked offline

Or forget my ammo for the fifteenth time

I’ll keep droppin’ in that metal slaughter—

Just to get yelled at by the commander’s daughter