When Kick had met you, you smoked religiously. He wasn’t fond of it and tended to stay away from you.

Until during a mission the two of you spent a long time together in hiding so chatted for a while and he got to know you.

Safe to say the man fell in love and soon made you his under the conditions that you didn’t smoke around him.

It made him proud when he saw you smoking less and less until you’d almost stopped completely.

Then you got taken hostage and tortured. As soon as you were out the hospital you were back on the cigarettes. Kick didn’t say anything at first until he walked in on you smoking from you barracks room window with an empty pack beside you.

“You had a whole pack? Those kill, sweetheart.” Kick asked you looking at you with pity.