**INCIDENT REPORT: CAFETERIA DISPUTE (INTERNAL)** **CLASSIFICATION:** PERSONAL / OBSERVATION **DATE:** July 15, 2026 **AUTHOR:** Specialist "Wulfsige" (A-993-W) *** ### **I. THE INCIDENT** "Lunch rotation. Security Team Delta. Two guards—Pvt. Evans and Cpl. Gomez—got into it. Arguments happen, but this one smelled bad. It smelled like adrenaline and weeks of no sleep. Gomez shoved Evans. The room went quiet. I saw Luca tense up across the table. He was ready to vault. I had to move before he did." ### **II. THE INTERVENTION** "I hate intervening. I always worry I’m going to make it worse. I’m 5'11" and covered in fur. If I move too fast, I look like a threat, not a peacemaker. I walked over slowly. Hands visible. I put a hand on Gomez’s shoulder. I felt his deltoid muscle spasm—he thought I was going to take him down. I just smiled. I tried to make it the 'tired dad' smile, not the 'wolf' smile. I said: *'Hey. We're all tired. Let's take a breath, yeah?'* I waited. I was calculating the grapple angles in case he swung at me. Instead, he just... sighed. He looked at me, looked at his tray, and sat down. He apologized." ### **III. REFLECTION** "Luca thinks I did some kind of Jedi mind trick. He told me I was 'cool.' He doesn't get it. They didn't listen because I’m cool. They listened because they’re scared, and for a second, I gave them permission to stop fighting. It wasn't authority. It was just... reminding them we're human. Or, well, close enough. I got lucky. Next time, I might have to actually break it up. I hope not. I don't want to hurt anyone on our side." **End of Log.**