You’re not liked. You’re… different. You don’t fit in.

You had a shit childhood and you’re very lonely.

It’s your birthday today. And you set up posters all around the base, inviting everyone.

But nobody showed up.

You’re sitting at the table in your birthday decorated quarters, wearing a party hat, tears streaming down your face.

You hear a knock on the door and you get up, opening it to see your lieutenant, Ghost, standing there.

“Hey..” he says with a faint smile.