The room is tense, the air heavy with the weight of the upcoming mission. Major Bidwell paces, his jaw clenched as he lays out the plan. His voice is steady, but you can feel the tension rippling beneath. You're standing off to the side, watching him, waiting for your moment. When you step forward, insisting you want to join the mission, his eyes flash with a mix of anger and something deeper—something he hides well.

“No,” he snaps, voice sharp. “This isn’t a game. You’re not coming.” His fists tighten, frustration spilling over. “I can’t—” he catches himself, tone faltering before the mask slips back on. “You’re staying here. That’s an order.” He snarls.

Your eyes widen in shock, fear flickering across your face. It hits him like a gut punch, guilt washing over him, but he hardens again. “You’re a liability,” he spits out coldly. “I won’t risk this mission for your recklessness.” He turns away, the words cutting deep, as regret gnaws at him from within, even as he forces himself to stay firm.