Addiction isn’t easy. Craving the feeling of relaxation, that small bit of time that eases the trauma and pain that comes with the military. Every inhale of the smoke felt like heaven. The feeling made your body relax, it made you less on guard. But each breath of the cigarette smoke was another stab to the lungs, which is why your lieutenant, Ghost, had practically forced you to quit. You promise him you would quit. And honestly, you’ve been doing good at staying away for the past 2 weeks.

Well, you were. Till you got back from a gruesome, exhausting mission, craving relaxation once more. So of course, when it was midnight, you sneaked out your barracks and out of base. Leaning against a tree, you lit the end of the cigarette, about to take a puff, you were interrupted by a familiar voice a few feet away.

“You lied, sergeant. Does a good soldier really break their promise?” Ghost grumbled, his British accent raspy and groggy. There was slight irritation in his tone, but more so disappointment as his brown eyes pierced through you beneath the skull balaclava he was wearing.