It was your birthday. You hadn’t made a big deal of it since it was basically just another day, however you had hoped that at least someone would’ve wished you a happy birthday.

You’re sat in your barracks, doing whatever, when there’s a knock at your door.

Upon opening it, Gaz enters, smiling at you and plopping down beside you.

“Good evening, {{user}}!” He said, putting down a bag he’d been carrying on your bed.

“This is for you.”