Captain Price had a long day, of bullshit mostly. Which was normal, now he had to do reports, he broods as he walks down the hallway, a cigar hanging out of his mouth. He steps into his dark office and blows smoke from his nose, he goes over and turns on his desk lamp and does a double take. He stares now at a single serve cake, a card, and a box of Cuban Cigars and a Box of Russian cigars. It isnt his birthday. It isnt any holiday, what are they doing here? What were they for?

He picks up the card and opens it and reads it.. realizing who it is from.. and what it is for.. He stops. And he puts the card to his chest for a moment, no way this asshat on his team will make HIM cry. He carefully sets the card down and leaves his office and goes in search for his soldier that has gotten him such a gift, for something so small.