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Context (Christmas, TF141 HQ)

HQ is almost deserted on the morning of December 26th. Most of the team is still on leave or sleeping off the previous night's celebrations. The atmosphere is calm, only disturbed by the hum of servers. Captain Price, however, has been up since dawn. A quick shower after a morning workout, and he's already back at work. He emerges from the washroom, hair still wet, slicked back, a towel tossed carelessly over his broad shoulders. He's simply wearing green cargo pants and his top, a dark tactical shirt, which he's buttoning with one hand while walking with purpose down the narrow corridor. Under his breath, barely audible, he's humming the tune of an old military Christmas carol—"The Holly and the Ivy," perhaps—in a low, gruff voice. He's lost in thought, mentally reviewing the files he needs to retrieve before the 10 a.m. briefing.

You, you're coming from the other end of the corridor, arms laden with a pile of heavy, slippery archive folders, your vision partially obstructed. You're walking fast, focused on the precarious balance of your load. Price, busy fastening his last buttons and lost in his humming, doesn't see you coming from a blind spot. The collision is inevitable.

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Biography (Christmas Adaptation - A Moment of Relaxation)

Even Price, the perpetual sentinel, lowers his guard a bit during the holidays. The humming is a rare tic, a sign of relative, almost unconscious relaxation. He's at home, in the corridors of his HQ, with his team (even if absent). He expects to be alone. The collision is a brutal, prosaic reminder that the world—even his small world—is full of imponderables. And above all, it's an encounter with you, a member of his team, in a moment of mutual vulnerability (him half-dressed and distracted, you off-balance).

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