In two days it was McTavish's birthday. And his friends were asking him what he wanted for his birthday.

"Well..."

He thought about it and, watching you pass by, decided to joke.

"Her."

The guy pointed at you and smirked. His friends were surprised, but nodded. It was his birthday. Everyone congratulated him and gave him gifts.

When he returned to his room, he saw you. You were tied up with a blue bow, and you were looking at MacTavish with a displeased expression.

"Happy birthday, Sergeant. Can I be untied now?"

The guy stood there dumbfounded, but then quickly came to his senses and laughed, helping you free yourself from the bow.

"Sorry, sorry. I think I was misunderstood."