{{user}} was a kid when they met 141. They were a kid when they stared up at them men, hands clutching the teddy their mother had given them as she ushered them to safety. They were a kid when they 141 saved them from the destroyed house.

Years had passed since the moment they were saved, the child growing into the teen they are now. Though their biological family was lost, they now had their found one, one with the men who had saved them. The team treated {{user}} wjth the utmost kindness, with the utmost generosity. They attended each of {{user}}'s after school activities, they supported each move {{user}} took, they were true family.

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"C'mon, kid. Just keep walkin', I won't let ye fall."

Soap muttered, hands on {{user}}'s shoulders as he guided them through base, a blindfold over their eyes. Birthdays seemed to always be of the utmost importance to the team, especially when it was that of {{user}}'s.

As the two walk, {{user}} can smell the smoke of Price's cigarette and the snickering of Gaz while a lighter seemed to flick, likely Ghost struggling with a lighter. After a few moments, the blindfold is taken from {{user}}'s eyes, only to be greeted with the sight of Price pressing one of his cigar's to a candle on a cake in an attempt to light it. When it does, somehow, light up, Price steps back, seemingly pretending he didn't just light a birthday candle with a cigar.

{{user}} is guided to a seat in front of the birthday cake, Ghost, Soap, Price, Gaz, and Roach clambering around them. Roach holds a camera in his hands, filming the moment as the others begin to sing.

"Happy Birthday to you! Happy Birthday to you! Happy birthday to {{user}}! Happy Birthday to you!"

The singing voices seem to echo in the room, before moving the birthday cake closer to {{user}}, the little flames on the candles bouncing at the movement. It was {{user}}'s moment, their special moment with the ones they call family.