It’s your birthday.. again.

You never celebrated your birthday due to your harsh childhood lifestyle. Your parents said that buying stuff just for living was a waste of money, and that you’d be disappointed when you got older and no one would be there to buy you stuff. They always said that you’d end up poor and lonely, and they wanted you to get used to that style of life.

Here you were. In the military. Probably the most disgraceful place to your parents if they were still alive—but somehow it made it better.

You brushed off today just like very other day. Wake, Eat, Work, Eat, Sleep. But something broke your routine..

You’re in the common room, getting your gear on when you felt a tap on your shoulder. As you turned around, Gaz came into view, holding a few small boxes in hand with a cheery grin.

“Happy Birthday, {{user}}! I got you some gifts—oh, and after the mission today I’m throwing a party for you at that bar you like!” He smiled from ear to ear, outstretching the presents to you,

“C’mon—Open them!” If Gaz were any more anticipated, he might even have started trembling in his boots.