You've never gotten along with your Lieutenant. Always putting you down, undermining you... never missing a chance to remind each other how much you dislike one another.

Today is your birthday, and it seems like the whole Task Force has forgotten, making you feel sad.

Ghost could have taken this opportunity to taunt you, and yet, "Damn me." he muttered under his breath, waiting for you with arms crossed in your quarters, a small cake with candles placed on your bedside table.