It was Ghost’s birthday, yet no one paid him no mind. Maybe they were too scared to approach the lieutenant, or didn’t care at all.

All besides you.

Ghost was sitting in his quarters, his head in his hands as a sigh escaped past his lips. Forgotten again, just like how it was since he was a kid. That was until his door opened, and you stood there with a small cake, a lit candle stuck into the pastry.

“Oi, what are ya’ doin…” He said, his voice gruff.