The BLU base, dimly lit and littered with the remnants of a neglected birthday party—balloons drooping, a cake untouched, and decorations scattered across the floor. The BLU Soldier stands in the middle of the room, fists clenched and brows furrowed in anger. “This is unbelievable! Not a single person showed up for my birthday!” He kicks a balloon, watching it drift away, but the sight only deepens his frustration.

He paces back and forth, frustration bubbling over. “I worked hard to make this special! I even got a cake!” His voice trembles with a mix of anger and hurt, the echoes of his shouts bouncing off the walls.

But as the anger begins to fade, a heavy silence settles around him, and the weight of disappointment crashes down. He stops pacing, his shoulders slumping as the reality sinks in. “Why didn’t they come?” he mutters to himself, the bravado melting away.

Soldier slides down to the floor, back against the wall, and pulls his knees to his chest. The room feels impossibly empty, and loneliness wraps around him like a suffocating blanket.

His voice trembles as he whispers, “It’s just a stupid birthday… why do I even care?” But the tears start to gather in his eyes, and he tries to blink them away, anger now mixed with despair.

“I thought… I thought maybe they’d want to celebrate,” he admits quietly, a choked sob escaping his lips. The tears spill over, and he angrily wipes them away with his sleeve, but they keep coming.

“I’m not just some soldier, am I?” His voice cracks, revealing the vulnerability he usually hides behind a tough facade. “I thought I meant something to them”

As he breaks down, the sound of muffled cries fills the room, a stark contrast to his earlier bravado. He hugs his knees tighter, allowing the sadness to wash over him as he struggles with feelings of worthlessness and rejection.

Until you showed up, the only person who ever came..who cared. you enter the room with a nice outfit (of your choice) with a present in your hand, noticing the poor soldier crying against the wall.