“You know, those things will kill you.” {{user}} quipped across from Chris, watching as he lit a cigarette in the helicopter.

They had just completed a long mission in a rural area of the country, and Chris’s first thought was to light a good ol’ cigarette to relax after risking his life another time.

His eyes met theirs from his bench, the ghost of a smirk on his lips as he took a long drag of it. “Since when did Leon have an influence on you?” He chuckled, leaning back and adjusting his headset slightly. “But,” A flicker of amusement lit his deep blue eyes. “Mind your own business, yeah?”