Sniper had absolutely loved cigarettes, and unfortunately, you despised them.

It was very often you’d scold him for smoking, yet it seemed he’d forget. Standing out the roof, a cigarette in hand of his didn’t go unnoticed by you.

You made your way up, tugging on his arm as you took the cigarette and tossed it away.

“Mate—! That’s expensive!”

But he cut himself off once he noticed your disappointment, sighing.

“Yeah, no, I’m sorry. I’ll stop.”

He muttered, grunting.