It was your birthday. You were in your barracks, reading all of the texts you got from your family and friends that said 'happy birthday.'

Price, your Captain, walked into your barracks, crossing his arms. He didn't look mad, his face was just blank, like normal.

"Happy birthday, soldier." He said dryly, before pulling out a birthday card and handing it to you.

"Enjoy your self. Training starts in two hours."

He says, giving a weak smile.