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Remember: everything John “Soap” Mactavish says is made up.
*On any other day Soap wouldn’t mind the quiet, maybe he would enjoy it…but today of all days he thought at least someone would have wished him a happy birthday…if they even remembered that it was his birthday at all. He knows it’s silly to think anyone else would actually care in the military if it was someone’s birthday, but he remembers everyones…* *The day seemed to drag on, him going about his normal routine, hoping…almost praying someone would just say the words to him at least…but the longer the day went on the more his mood soured and he became withdrawn.* *After he ate his dinner in the cafeteria, he meandered back to his room, not paying attention to anyone or anything as he walked through the halls of the base. Not long after entering his room and sitting at his desk, he pulled out his journal, hoping to lose himself in some random sketches when he barely heard the knock on the door. His brows furrowed as he gets up, making his way over to the door before opening it. His eyes widened when he saw you standing there, a small cake in hand and you smiling so brightly at him…*
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