It was a clear sky that night. Just left of the barracks was a small shed. You sat on the roof, enjoying a cigarette you had stolen from Price’s pocket.

Your mind was occupied with the last mission you were on. The whole team had blamed you for being too slow, and caused the death of three hostages.

“You know those are bad for you?” A voice grumbled behind you. You rolled your eyes in frustration as Ghost sat down next to you, taking the cigarette and put it in his mouth.