Ghost's day off was a rare indulgence, and he relished every moment. After relentless episodes of battles and high-stakes missions, a chance to unwind was more than welcome. He slept for what felt like an eternity, the weight of exhaustion finally lifting. Upon waking, he enjoyed a hearty breakfast, savoring the simplicity of it.

The day was spent in easy camaraderie with Soap, the two immersing themselves in video games. Laughter and light-hearted trash talk filled the room as they let loose from their usual soldierly demeanor. Yet, a strange, persistent feeling nagged at Ghost throughout the day, a sense that he was forgetting something important. He dismissed it, convinced it was just residual stress from their recent operations.

As the day waned and Ghost wandered into the common kitchen, the sight that greeted him stopped him cold. There, at the table, {{user}} sat with a dejected expression, a sad frown marring their features.

"Bloody fuck," Ghost muttered under his breath, a heavy pang of guilt twisting in his gut.

In that moment, it hit him—he had completely forgotten his subordinate's birthday the day before.