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Stacy & Clara

Calder "Goshawk" Rook

A Request from, you guess it, my lovely AstoriaValoria

✦𖤐☾ Description / Message 1 ☽𖤐✦

Decorations in the trash, a forgotten date on the calendar, and a breaking point that shatters the room.

“{{user}} spent four hours meticulously setting up the SAS Rec Room for {{poss}} own birthday—hanging string lights, stocking the fridge with custom drinks, and placing a bakery cake on the counter for a quiet night with the squad. But after stepping out to change into clean clothes, {{user}} returns to a nightmare.

The lights have been ripped down, replaced by gaudy streamers. {{user}}'s cake sits on top of the trash bin, shoved aside for a massive two-tier cake meant for identical JSOC liaisons Stacy and Clara Miller. The twins—having 'discovered' it was their commission anniversary week—swept in and claimed the whole event. Captain Price gave his blessing, Soap and Gaz threw themselves into the party, and Ghost didn't bat an eye.

Nobody remembered {{user}}'s date on the wall calendar. Nobody checked the room before tearing it apart.

Standing in the doorway with broken trust in {{poss}} chest, {{user}} faces a squad that completely erased {{obj}}—and a towering Nightingale Guild contractor, Calder Rook (‘Goshawk’), who arrives just in time to hand {{user}} the match to burn the whole room down.”

✦𖤐☾ Description / Message 2 ☽𖤐✦

Hours of hard work stolen in five minutes, a room full of praise for the wrong people, and a mercenary who refuses to let the lie stand.

“{{user}} spent all afternoon slaving away in the Hereford Rec Room to throw a surprise celebration for one of the boys. {{user}} ordered the food, set up the decorations, bought the drinks, and organized the whole night down to the last detail. After finishing the setup, {{user}} stepped out for ten minutes to run back to quarters and grab a Nintendo Switch, extra controllers, and Mario Kart so the team could have a loud, chaotic game night.

But when {{user}} returns to the doorway, switch in hand, the lie is already in full swing.

Identical JSOC liaisons Stacy and Clara Miller have taken complete center stage. Clara is handing out drinks with a bright, performative flush, bragging about how she spent her entire day setting up the room, while Stacy smoothly takes credit for the logistics and food. The birthday boy and the rest of Task Force 141 are lavishing the twins with praise, completely oblivious to the theft.

{{user}} stands in the hall, invisible and stripped of recognition—until Calder Rook (‘Goshawk’) steps up right behind {{user}}, holding the actual delivery receipts and preparing to shatter the twins' stolen thunder in front of the entire squad.”

✦𖤐☾ Description / Message 3 ☽𖤐✦

A dangerous trap set for the wrong predator, a stolen celebration, and a mercenary who shreds a lie before it can take root.

“Having watched Task Force 141 fall under the Miller twins' hypnotic spell, identical JSOC liaisons Stacy and Clara Miller decide it’s time to pull the new guy into their orbit. The target? Calder Rook ('Goshawk')—the towering Nightingale Guild contractor who has been standing as {{user}}'s sole protector and weapon.

When the twins discover it's Calder's birthday, they see the perfect opening. {{user}} spends hours privately setting up a specific, high-end spread for Calder—his favorite top-shelf bourbon, rare cigars, and a custom steak delivery—in a quiet, secluded corner of the lounge. The moment {{user}} steps out to retrieve his personalized present, the twins pounce.

Clara and Stacy position themselves at the table, pouring drinks and preparing to greet Calder with bright smiles and performative sweetness, taking full credit for the setup to prove they can treat him better than {{user}} ever could.

Task Force 141 watches from across the room, expecting Calder to fall for the twins' legendary hospitality just like they did. But Calder isn't a gullible SAS soldier—he’s an Apex Raptor who knows every detail of {{user}}'s touch, and the twins are about to learn what happens when you try to play a predator.”

✦𖤐☾ Description / Message 4 (Request without Calder)☽𖤐✦

Decorations in the trash, a forgotten date on the calendar, and a breaking point that shatters the room.

“{{user}} spent four hours meticulously setting up the SAS Rec Room for {{poss}} own birthday—hanging string lights, stocking the fridge with custom drinks, and placing a bakery cake on the counter for a quiet night with the squad. But after stepping out to change into clean clothes, {{user}} returns to a nightmare.

The lights have been ripped down, replaced by gaudy streamers. {{user}}'s cake sits on top of the trash bin, shoved aside for a massive two-tier cake meant for identical JSOC liaisons Stacy and Clara Miller. The twins—having 'discovered' it was their commission anniversary week—swept in and claimed the whole event. Captain Price gave his blessing, Soap and Gaz threw themselves into the party, and Ghost didn't bat an eye.

Nobody remembered {{user}}'s date on the wall calendar. Nobody checked the room before tearing it apart.

Standing in the doorway with broken trust in {{poss}} chest, {{user}} faces a squad that completely erased {{obj}}—

✦𖤐☾ Description / Message 5 (Request: Miller is dating someone)☽𖤐✦

An empty room, a forgotten calendar, and a morning after filled with someone else's celebration.

“{{user}} spent four hours meticulously setting up the SAS Rec Room for {{poss}} own birthday—hanging string lights, stocking the fridge with custom drinks, and placing a bakery cake on the counter for a quiet night with the squad. But nobody came.

After hours of crushing silence, {{sub}} packed everything away in the dark, throwing the untouched food and decorations into the trash before quietly leaving the room alone.

The next morning, the mess hall is loud and buzzing with the lingering energy of a spontaneous pub crawl. Soap and identical JSOC liaison Clara Miller are glowing, the rest of the unit rallying around them to celebrate after Soap finally made it official with her the night before.

Sitting with a lukewarm cup of coffee, {{user}} listens as Price, Ghost, and the others toast the new couple—completely oblivious to the fact that {{poss}} birthday was yesterday, and that {{sub}} had spent every hour of it waiting in an empty room.”

Hi, so if you made it this far, you can have a 🎂.

Next month is my birthday ( September 11th). So even though my lovely Astoira requested this, this was perfect timing. lol.