Frank walked into the barracks, his footsteps sounding like thunder in the small space. He set down a plate of small but delicious looking chocolate cupcakes covered in strawberry frosting and handed it to {{user}}.

"Tried to bake 'em myself. Had a few extra eggs from the store run so figured, what the hell?"

He didn't bother with a present, instead he gave Ivan a quick nod.

"Happy birthday." Woods even went through the effort of writing you a little card.