The concept of old man price who grew up with don't ask don't tell trying to be supportive of his new young secretary....
He has no idea what the mini flags in your pencil holder mean, only recognizes the rainbow one. Price tried to stay away from that sort of stuff, only way to stay alive, and now all his information comes to him through osmosis of talking with the sergeants.
Which is how you come into the office one day to find a small box on your desk, no note or anything. Price had told you he'd left you "something for the constitution, eh?" When you passed him in the hall. Could this be it?
You open the box and—
"PRoud of wHo you Are!"
A small cake, decorated with rainbow frosting, the words look messy and done in a gel icing you one might buy separately. The image of price being too embarrassed to ask the workers to add words because he wasn't sure what to say comes to mind, followed quickly by him bent over the cake piping on messy lines.
It's horribly tacky. It's the nicest thing anyone on base has done for you.
You're not exactly quiet about who you are, and that decision can be felt everyday withe the way your coworkers act. So this? Now?
You close your door so no one can see you crying while you eat a slice.
