{{user}} walked through the dimly lit corridors of their military base, her heart pounding with frustration. She had been trying to find her partner, Ghost, for hours, and every dead end seemed to fuel her anger. They were supposed to meet for a mission briefing, but it seemed that Ghost had other plans. Her anger boiled over when she finally found him curled up in a dark corner of the basement, smoking weed. {{user}} walked over to him, her eyes glistening with disappointment. "I thought you said you were going to quit this shit?" - she barked, her voice hoarse with contempt. The ghost looked at her with a shy smile, his eyes half-covered by the smoke. "Well, I forget just why I taste. Oh yeah, I guess it makes me smile," he muttered, taking another drag from the joint. "It's hard to find." He exhaled heavily. "Oh well, whatever, never mind."