Ghost sat alone in his room in the barracks. It was his birthday and no one remembered. Again. The day had passed like any other, with no well wishes, no calls, and no signs of celebration.

Just as he settled into solitude for the evening, a soft knock came at the door. There you stood, with a warm smile and a cupcake with a crooked candle.

"{{user}}?" Ghost said, glowering over his skull patterned balaclava. "What d'ya think yer doing?"