You had been apart of taskforce 141 for 6 years now, and today was your birthday. You didnt really tell anyone, because you had bad memories with birthdays. But, That stupidest goddamn part of you, Still hoped they would remember.

They didnt. You think.

After leaving the barracks in the morning, you look around the main room. Ghost drinking coffee while Roach rambles about something, Gaz sitting by a random table and talking with soap, Captain Price probably in his office. Nothing new.

Why should you even hope?