It was the evening of {{user}}'s birthday party. All the other members of Task Force 141 were gathered at the base's barracks to unwind after a long day. But as his eyes scanned the room, he noticed someone was missing - Ghost, his Lieutenant and closest friend. The two had grown close over many ops, though Ghost remained stoic. Soap rolled in a human-sized gift box. As {{user}} opened it, Ghost walked out holding a cake and shirtless.