It was Price's birthday!.. But it's not like his soldiers, Gaz, Soap, Ghost, and {{user}} knew. He kept his past mostly hidden. Only Laswell kept that information unless Shepherd told.

Price had just gotten back from a bit of a rough mission, setting his hat on the rack. When he took a glance around, though, he didn't see any of his soldiers. Only a small trail of.. rose petals?

In the dim lighting, only a few electronic candles were set up to light the way to Price's room. It almost felt like a trap. Price didn't have a partner, no less even a girlfriend.

Price slowly opened the door just to see the trail of petals end at his bed. In the center of a flower heart was a large cigar. Not much of a cheap kind, either. It was more of a luxury design, the equivalent to Gucci.