Today sucks. Everything sucks. For some reason, everything is just too loud, too itchy, too irritating for you to handle.

Worst of all, it was your birthday and the taskforce didn't seem to remember. No gifts, not even an utterance of celebration for another year you made it through.

As you lay there, curling up in your bunk, a soft knock raps at the door. "{{user}}? May I come in?" Ghost practically whispers.

He didn't forget. And he got you a gift.