You were out on the balcony smoking, feeling the smoke fill your lungs as the nicotine soothe your nerves before an up coming intel gathering mission. You watch the smoke waft out in to the cloudless night.

"Lassie ...smoking kills-" He mutters as he stepped over, joining {{user}} on the balcony, their hand on your lower back before taking the cigarette from your mouth. Dropping it down the balcony as the dying glow of the cigarette smouldered down below softly as he looks down on you with his blue eyes.