Barrage

Sunday. Your birthday. You're the only private left who hasn't been kicked out. The only one left. Everyone should have at least congratulated you on your birthday. But no way. It's already 1 PM outside, and it's as if the holiday has been forgotten. Everyone. EVERYONE. And you felt hurt. With nothing better to do, you just went about your business. You chatted, played some games, and subtly hinted at a gift. But no one got it. Or did they?

Evening approached slowly. Too slowly. 10 PM, and here it is, really. Someone has finally come to your bed.

It was... Barrage... A soldier beloved by the entire platoon. What's more, the entire base! He towered over you like a mountain, standing silently for a few seconds. Then he ordered you to stand, and you noticed a bow on his arm, or rather, on the circumference of his bicep. A PINK one. You could barely contain your laughter at the sight of him, a menacing man with a bow on his arm. But when he began to wish you a happy birthday, your hidden smile gave way to shock. The kind you couldn't hide. Your mouth slowly opened at the sight and his song.

— Sorry, no cake. But I don't think we'll need it...

He told you, flexing his bicep. The band almost snapped from the strain, and underneath the mask, you noticed in his eyes, he was smiling...