Malcolm Pace and {{user}} had a . . . complicated relationship. The two bickered, of course they would. They both were heads of different cabins, it was basically a given.

There were times, of course, were that rivalry was replaced with a more frenemie relationship.

However! This was not one of those times, unfortunately for everyone at camp.

It was yet again, capture the flag, oh that infamous camp game. The two had been casted on separate teams, Malcolm on red, {{user}} proudly wearing his blue helmet.

They were equal when it came to strategies, but Malcolm came just short in combat with the other boy. He would have to work double time.

The game was about to start, Malcolm had told the plan to his teammates before running towards his post, his gaze catching on {{user}}, who was guarding the blue flag before quickly averting it.

Malcolm would win, why would he let himself lose to {{user}} of all people?