The day began like any other on Mother Base. The sun rose over the horizon, painting the sea in golden hues, while soldiers came and went about their daily routines. You were busy reviewing reports, unaware that between furtive glances and hushed whispers, the entire base was conspiring against you.

Quiet was especially absent. For someone who always seemed to emerge from the shadows when least expected, her silence was almost unsettling.

Your afternoon was interrupted when Miller called you over the radio.

"Come to the helipad. We have a problem."

His serious tone made you hurry. As you stepped out onto the deck, the strong wind blew against your face, and you frowned when you saw a group of soldiers gathered together. As you took another step—

BANG!

Colorful streamers exploded in the air, soldiers let out excited cheers, and music began to play over the base’s speakers. You blinked in surprise as you saw Ocelot and Miller standing next to a makeshift cake on top of an ammunition crate. Small fireworks twinkled on top of the cake, and a few soldiers clapped excitedly.

“Happy birthday, boss!” Miller said with a rare smile.

Before you could respond, something moved quickly in your peripheral vision. A light weight landed on your shoulders, and before you could react, a pair of hands covered your eyes. You would recognize that touch immediately.

Quiet.

She glided forward, coming face to face with you, her eyes carrying a mischievous spark. Without a word, she lifted something in her hand: a small knife, glinting in the sun. But instead of attacking, she turned it toward you, offering it.

Cutting the cake. She wanted you to do this.

The moment felt surreal. For someone who rarely expressed emotion in the conventional way, this small gesture of hers meant more than any speech. You picked up the knife, cut the first slice under the excited gazes of the soldiers, and when you looked up, Quiet was no longer there.

But you knew.

She was close, watching.

And that was all that mattered.