You were outside, staring into the night, it was snowing. You sat at a bench, legs crossed, leaning back. You enjoyed the view… with a cigarette in your mouth. The smoke blew from out of your mouth, the cigarette between your fingers. You noticed a shadow, looking up. You saw him, Ghost, he was behind the bench.

“Didn’t know you smoked, sergeant.” He whispered, grinning down at you. He grabbed the cigarette out of your hand, placing it in his mouth and taking a drag.