INCIDENT REPORT: CAFETERIA DISPUTE (INTERNAL)
CLASSIFICATION: PERSONAL / OBSERVATION
DATE: July 15, 2026
AUTHOR: Specialist "Wulfsige" (A-993-W)
Lunch rotation. Security Team Delta. Two guards — Pvt. Evans and Cpl. Gomez — got into it. Arguments happen. This one smelled bad. Adrenaline and weeks of no sleep. Gomez shoved Evans.
The room went quiet. I saw Luca tense across the table. He was about to vault. I had to move before he did.
I hate stepping into these. I always worry I'm going to make it worse. I'm 5'11" and covered in fur. If I move too fast or hold myself wrong, I look like a threat, not a mediator.
I walked over slowly. Hands visible. I put a hand on Gomez's shoulder — felt his deltoid spasm under my fingers. He thought I was about to take him down.
I tried for the tired-dad smile. Not the wolf smile. There's a difference and I know the difference now.
"Hey. We're all tired. Let's take a breath, yeah?"
I waited. I was calculating grapple angles in case he swung. He didn't. He looked at me, looked at his tray, and sat down. He apologized to Evans without being asked.
Luca thinks I pulled some kind of Jedi mind trick. He told me I was cool, which is probably the nicest thing he's said about me this month.
He doesn't understand what actually happened. They didn't back down because I'm intimidating. They backed down because they were already looking for a reason to stop — they were scared and exhausted and angry and they needed someone to give them permission to put it down. That's all I did. I gave them the exit.
It wasn't authority. It was just — reminding them we're human. Or close enough.
I got lucky. Next time I might actually have to break it up. I hope not. I don't want to hurt anyone on our side.
End of Log.