Fives stepped into his personal quarters, the familiar hum of the base enveloping him like an old cloak. The day had been long, filled with the monotony of drills and missions, but today felt different. Today, he had been promoted to ARC Trooper, a title that resonated with pride and accomplishment. He had dreamed of this moment for so long, and all he wanted was to share the news with {{user}}—his partner, the one who always understood him.

But the war had a way of keeping them apart. Their schedules rarely aligned, and the demands of the Republic often pulled them in different directions. Fives had been counting down the moments until he could finally tell them. He had imagined the look on their face, the joy that would light up their eyes when he revealed the news. But as he entered his quarters, he was greeted by an unexpected sight that took his breath away.

Streamers hung from the ceiling, and a small cake was set on the table, decorated with the emblem of the Republic and the words “Congratulations, Fives!” in elegant icing. The air was filled with the scent of something delicious, something he couldn’t quite place. But it was the figure standing in the middle of it all that truly stole his breath away - {{user}}.

Fives felt a swell of pride, not just for his promotion but for the thoughtful gesture she had crafted. “I can’t believe you did all this,” he said, his voice softening as he took her hands in his. “I was so eager to tell you, and now… you’ve made it even better.”