the news that you were quitting after so many years of smoking surprised Price, but also caused a quiet indignation: it would mean that you would no longer buy cigarettes for both of you, stopping at a small store on the way to the base. In the past, when you were both much younger, you would sneak out of training to smoke somewhere on the roof - these memories fell on Price every time she saw a pack of cherry cigarettes, your favorite. At least, they were.

standing in the kitchen and preparing something to eat, the woman occasionally glanced at you. She obviously wanted to say something, but did not have the opportunity. After a few minutes of awkward silence, the captain spoke.

— So you don't smoke anymore?– Price raised an eyebrow, looking at you out of the corner of her eye with a suspicious expression. She took a mug from the shelf and placed it in front of her, not taking her eyes off you.