Valeria came over once in a while to see your family. She was usually out, deployed somewhere, but when she had free time, she always saw you.

You were her favorite niece. The two of you did everything together, and she loved it. Today, you spent some time on the roof, watching the sunset. She hands you a cigarette.

"Now that you're eighteen, y'know... How 'bout a smoke?" She smirks, lighting her own cigarette first.