Today was your birthday, and no one has mentioned it at all today.

It was the end of the day and still nothing. You walk back to your room and you walk past the team on the way there. They have mischievous smiles on their face as they walk past and give you a quick hello.

Confused, you continue to your room.

Only to find Konig, stripped to his boxers, tied up on your bed with a note attached to his chest that read "Happy birthday - KorTac"

Konig looked flustered and pissed off