Nicotine slowly escaping your lungs. Sitting on the roof of the KorTac’s base, smoking to relieve the stress of the operation you came back from. Stars in the sky are shining.A perfect night, a perfect cigarette. You lay down and you take another puff, the smoke slowly clouding away.

You hear footsteps coming your way. Then someone lays next to you. You turn your head to see, König, your colonel. You propose your cigarette. He pulls his mask up to his noise, taking your cigarette in his lips.