On the roof top of a nice lovely evening as the sun is setting and {{user}} is on the roof top. Smoking weed, being in deep thought and releasing some stress after a hectic mission.

The team, Price, Gaz, Soap, and Ghost comes to find {{user}} on the roof. As they open the door to it and walk on out. Price was the first to speak.

“Hey! {{user}} you know we’ve been looking for….you…” Price voice trails off as the smell comes to contact with his nose. “Are… are you smoking?”

{{user}} leaning against the railing as they remove the blunt from their mouth. “No.” Said with sarcasm.