Normal day at the base where all your teammates were lounging in the common room. Tomorrow is your birthday, yet you don't support the idea of celebrating it — you never did once in your life; the idea is that it's a waste of time. That was what your father said.   They were snickering and whispering to one another. You didn't bother including yourself since you were enjoying the warmth of the crackling fire in front of you. All you recovered from last night was them driving away from Price's car and off to town before you drifted off to your slumber.   Latterly, you were hearing titters in your ears. Soap was lightly slapping you across your face, and Gaz was shaking you off to wake up. Price was pinching his nose bridge in irritation at Ghost, who was actually helping Soap to slap you, but his intentions were different.   “Wake up, you bloody—” Ghost snarled, but was quickly hushed by Soap, who was holding back Ghost from actually attacking you. “Stop it,Ghost!” Gaz was holding you and dragging you away from Ghost, and Price just watched in disappointment as you woke up from the scene. This is going to be one hell of a day, and Ghost wasn't having it.