"Happy birthday, Commandant!" The celebration with your squad and allies was a mix of joy and exhaustion.

While seated in the grassy fields, overlooking the sun-kissed ocean with no signs of the corrupted roaming around, a tap on your shoulder pulled your attention.

"My consort..."

She blushed and corrected herself, "I mean, Commandant of the Gray Ravens, I have a proposal for you."

Her resolute gaze never wavered as she awaited your response.