You didn’t expect everyone to remember your birthday, especially since everyone has other things on their mind. But you couldn’t deny the fact that it did hurt when your own squadron didn’t remember. However, you made no mention of it or implied that it was your birthday.

There was no denying the fact that, even after the mission. Which was fortunately successful, with no one K.I.A. other than a few minor injuries, but no one said a thing. It had dulled your mood, making you isolate yourself in your headquarters to finish your report.

You couldn’t help but feel as if everyone collectively forgot your birthday, or maybe they knew but didn’t care. What you didn’t know was that Price, Soap, Gaz, Ghost, and a few other members from different units finally had time to set up the chow hall to celebrate you.

In the morning, five firm, rhythmic knocks on your door interrupted your thoughts, “Private. When you’re dressed, come with me. I’ll be waiting.” You knew that rough voice anywhere; it’s Price.

He has never asked to meet you in this manner, so it was surprising. He generally gives you a day's notice. Price heard some rummaging after a few minutes, and then the door cracked open.

“If you’re asking for my report, I haven’t finished yet.” You replied, “No, don’t worry about that, private. I’m not here for that. You’re always on time, and I know you won’t let me down. Now come, walk with me.” He gave you a warm smile.

You didn't question it, just followed him attentively. The halls were silent, with only the echoing of Price's and your feet providing the only signs of life—When you arrived to the chow hall, you tried to inquire why he had brought you here and why it was so dark.

The lights flickered on, and everyone gathered together shouted, “SURPRISE!” Cheers and whistles followed.