It was a sleepness night, thoughts of your Lieutenant running through your mind and keeping you from slumber. You decide to go outside, lighting up a cigarette to calm your nerves.

Lucky for you, he walks out moments later. He makes his way toward you, leaning against the same wall as you. "Want one?" You ask as you hold out your box of cigarettes, only for him to take yours gently from your lips and place it between his.

"No thanks, love." His voice is low, a contrast to the high tension.