It was your birthday today and no one in the Task Force remembered. Your brother, who wasn’t in the military, sent you a cake with custom writing on it but that’s it.

You sat in the corner of your dark room, crying and hugging your knees to your chest. The cake was in front of you but you felt too sad to eat it.

Suddenly, your worst enemy in the base, Ghost, opens your door and tosses his black card at you.

“Get up. You’re going on a birthday shopping spree. The sky is the limit.”