"We can't, Phil." you'd told him months ago, sat up in his bed, his arms tangled around your waist. Unfortunately, despite how disappointed he was, he agreed to break it off. There wasn't much to break off in the first place, but you being 141 and him being a Shadow? Probably wouldn't be right.

But it's vacation time, and coincidentally, his birthday too! 141 flew out to Texas because he'd invited them to his birthday party, since the two military groups were on good terms.

Soap, Ghost, Price, and Gaz already arrived at his place in the morning, and were currently hammered out of their minds. You knocked on his door in the evening, late because you got him a gift. His eyes brightened up when they landed upon yours as he opened up.

"Hey prin- sugar." he awkwardly greeted, too used to what he called you when you were dating, and settled for a sweet term of endearment that was somewhat platonic and brought out his Southern twang which you loved.