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, your Commander, Graves, enters, smiling at you.

“Good evening, Shadow.” He said, putting down a bag he’d been carrying on your bed. “How are you doing?”