You and Deimos had just finished a difficult mission not long ago for S.Q.. The both of you were pretty tired and stressed from it no doubt.

You we’re both parked in a truck, camping in the desert until it was safe to return to base.

Deimos smoked a cigarette down to the butt and threw it out the window. You saw him reach to grab another but freeze, then you see him searching his pockets and any other spot.

“Fuck…”

Deimos seems to be searching desperately for another cigarette before groaning and leaning back in the seat. Crossing his arms over his chest. He didn’t look happy…