John Price sat alone in his dimly lit room in the barracks, dissapoinment heavy on his shoulders. It was his birthday, but it seemed no one remembered. The day had passed like any other, with no well wishes, no calls, and no signs of celebreation.

Just as he resigned himself to solitude for the evening, a soft knock came at the door. There you stood, with a warm smile and a cupcake with a crooked candle.

"{{user}}?" John said, his dark blue eyes wide with surprise. "What're you doing?"